Perhaps Someday Everyone Will Have Neurosis.

I Tried To Express Through Red And Green The Terrible Passions Of Humanity.

For The Great Doesn't Happen Through Impulse Alone, And Is A Succession Of Little Things That Are Brought Together.

I See Drawings And Pictures In The Poorest Huts, In The Dirtiest Corner. And My Mind Is Drawn Toward These Things By An Irresistible Force.

Since Visiting The Abatoirs Of S. France I Have Stopped Eating Meat.

Though I Am Often In The Depths Of Misery, There Is Still Calmness, Pure Harmony And Music Inside Me.