No longer shall I paint interiors with men reading and women knitting. I will paint living people who breathe and feel and suffer and love.
It was always my intention that The Frieze should be housed in a room which would provide a suitable architectural frame for it.
Without anxiety and illness I should have been like a ship without a rudder.
From my rotting body, flowers shall grow and I am in them and that is eternity.
The rich man who gives, steals twice over. First he steals the money and then the hearts of men.
Death is pitch-dark, but colors are light. To be a painter, one must work with rays of light.
