By painting colors and lines and forms seen in quickened mood I was seeking to make this mood vibrate as a phonograph does. This was the origin of the paintings in The Frieze of Life.
It was always my intention that The Frieze should be housed in a room which would provide a suitable architectural frame for it.
Without anxiety and illness I should have been like a ship without a rudder.
From my rotting body, flowers shall grow and I am in them and that is eternity.
The rich man who gives, steals twice over. First he steals the money and then the hearts of men.
Death is pitch-dark, but colors are light. To be a painter, one must work with rays of light.