Without anxiety and illness I should have been like a ship without a rudder.

Without fear and illness, I could never have accomplished all I have.

For as long as I can remember I have suffered from a deep feeling of anxiety which I have tried to express in my art.

I should have considered it wrong to have finished the Frieze before the room for its accommodation and the funds for its completion were available.

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 not see anything and notices only the damp smell of putrefaction.

The colors live a remarkable life of their own after they have been applied to the canvas.