“I hope to depart in no other way than looking back with love and wistfulness and thinking, oh paintings that I would have made..”

“Well, what shall I say; our inward thoughts, do they ever show outwardly? There may be a great fire in our soul, but no one ever comes to warm himself at it, and the passers-by see only a little bit of smoke coming through the chimney, and pass on their way.”

“And the memories of all we have loved stay and come back to us in the evening of our life. They are not dead but sleep, and it is well to gather a treasure of them.”

“My great longing is to learn to make those very incorrectnesses, those deviations, remodellings, changes of reality, so that they may become, yes, untruth if you like - but more true than the literal truth.”

“I hope to depart in no other way than looking back with love and wistfulness and thinking, oh paintings that I would have made..”

“..it has always been so much my desire to paint for those who don’t know the artistic side of a painting.”

“There may be a great fire in our soul, yet no one ever comes to warm himself at it, and the passers-by see only a wisp of smoke.”

“I am not an adventurer by choice but by fate.”

“The sadness will last forever.”

“Though I am often in the depths of misery, there is still calmness, pure harmony and music inside me.”

“We do it because we care. We care that Vincent Van Gogh mutilated his ear. We care that behind a pile of manure in the yard he destroyed his life. We care that Scott Joplin's music lives! We care because we know this: the life we save is our own.”