"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."

"Nothing ceases to exist – there is no example of this in nature.. . There is an entire mass of things that cannot rationally explained. There are newborn thoughts that have not yet found form. How foo…"

"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."

"I am not interested in painting pretty pictures."