Intellectually, I am already an old man. But in the sensory area, I am still such a child! I shuffle on my bottom between the two.

There is no such thing as a German, French, or Anglo-American Expressionism! There are only young people trying to find their bearings in the world.

The mystery of the soul is like that of a closed door. When you open it, you see something which was not there before.

All that’s left now is purely poetic work, putting more life into individual places, as I’ve made so sure of the fundamental mood and dimension of expression that it won’t leave me groping around in uncertainty any more.

The most fundamental in me is coming uppermost, and the transient, the sensational, is dispersing, because it can’t adversely influence what is essential to me.

How do I define a work of art? It is not an asset in the stock-exchange sense, but a man’s timid attempt to repeat the miracle that the simplest peasant girl is capable of at any time, that of magically producing life out of nothing.

True dreams and visions should be as visible to the artist as the phenomena of the objective world.

Open your eyes at last and see...now I will open the book of the world for you,there are no words in it,just pictures

I cannot say why I wanted to paint.The only answer is in the pictures themselves.

However ugly a face may be, we can discover some beauty in it if we first experience wonder before it and then begin to understand it, too.