In the end we shall have had enough of cynicism, skepticism and humbug, and we shall want to live more musically.

If boyhood and youth are but vanity, must it not be our ambition to become men?

The more ugly, old, nasty, ill, and poor I become the more I want to get my own back by producing vibrant, well-arranged, radiant colour.

Normality is a paved road: It’s comfortable to walk, but no flowers grow on it.

It is better to be high-spirited even though one makes more mistakes, than to be narrow-minded and all too prudent.

I see drawings and pictures in the poorest huts, in the dirtiest corner. And my mind is drawn toward these things by an irresistible force.

In spite of everything I shall rise again: I will take up my pencil, which I have forsaken in my great discouragement, and I will go on with my drawing.