To Arrive Is To Be In Prison.

Ever Since There Have Been Men, Man Has Given Himself Over To Too Little Joy. That Alone, My Brothers, Is Our Original Sin. I Should Believe Only In A God Who Understood How To Dance.

Never Ruin A Good Painting With The Truth.

A Young Painter Who Cannot Liberate Himself From The Influence Of Past Generations Is Digging His Own Grave.

A Certain Blue Enters Your Soul. A Certain Red Has An Effect On Your Blood-pressure.

I Counted Solely On The Clarity Of Expression Of My Work To Gain My Ends.