"In my childhood I always felt that I was treated unjustly, without a mother, sick, and with the threat of punishment in Hell hanging over my head."

"I walked along the road with two friends – the sun went down – I felt a gust of melancholy – suddenly the sky turned a bloody red. I stopped, leaned against the railing, tired to death – over the blue…"

"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."

"To die is as if one's eyes had been put out and one cannot see anything any more. Perhaps it is like being shut in a cellar. One is abandoned by all. They have slammed the door and are gone. One does …"

"I painted the picture, and in the colors the rhythm of the music quivers."