"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…"

"I think I am suited only to paint pictures so I know that I must choose between love—and my work."

"All art, literature, and music must be born in the heart and soul of man."

"The soul is like a vast, dark forest."

"The only way to understand art is to feel it."