For Me A Stained Glass Window Is

If A Symbol Should Be Discovered In A Painting Of Mine, It Was Not My Intention. It Is A Result I Did Not Seek. It Is Something That May Be Found Afterwards, And Which Can Be Interpreted According To Taste.

All Our Interior World Is Reality, And That, Perhaps, More So Than Our Apparent World.

If All Life Moves Inevitably Towards Its End, Then We Must, During Our Own, Colour It With Our Colours Of Love And Hope.

Mine Alone Is The Country Of My Soul.

I Am Working In Paris . I Cannot For A Single Day Get The Thought Out Of My Head That There Probably Exists Something Essential, Some Immutable Reality, And Now That I Have Lost Everything Else (thank God, It Gets Lost All On Its Own) I Am Trying To Preserve This And, What Is More, Not To Be Content. In A Word: I Am Working.