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.

I will not live without love.

I often think that the night is more alive and more richly colored than the day.

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.

I try more and more to be myself, caring relatively little whether people approve or disapprove.

Love always causes trouble, that's true, but in its favour, it energizes.

I am always doing what I can't do yet in order to learn how to do it.