For great things do not done just happen by impulse but are a succession of small things linked together.

I believe more and more that God must not be judged on this earth. It is one of His sketches that has turned out badly.

What is drawing? How does one get there? It's working one's way through an invisible iron wall that seems to stand between what one feels and what one can do. How can one get through that wall? - since hammering on it doesn't help at all. In my view, one must undermine the wall and grind through it slowly and patiently.

I am no friend of present-day Christianity, though its Founder was sublime.

Ideas for work are coming to me in abundance...I'm going like a painting-locomotive.

Though I am often in the depths of misery, there is still calmness, pure harmony and music inside me. I see paintings or drawings in the poorest cottages, in the dirtiest corners. And my mind is driven towards these things with an irresistible momentum.

To die for the sake of dying - I prefer to die of passion than to die of boredom!