The emotions are sometimes so strong that I work without knowing it. The strokes come like speech.

I wish they would take me as I am.

If I did not succeed I still thought that what I had worked on would be continued. Not immediately. But there are others who believe in things that are true.

I always think photographs abominable, and I don't like to have them around, particularly not those of persons I know and love. Those photographic portraits wither much sooner than we ourselves do, whereas the painted portrait is a thing which is felt, done with love.

We are surrounded by poetry on all sides.

Let us keep courage and try to be patient and gentle. And let us not mind being eccentric, and make distinction between good and evil.

Great things are not something accidental, but must certainly be willed.