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

When one door is closed, don't you know, another is open.

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.

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.

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.

How do I define art? A work of art is not an object of monetary value; it is a timid attempt by man to recreate the miracle of which every young woman is capable: to produce life from nothing. Hence, only women and artists have respect for life, and the segment of the so-called "society" that denies women the right to vote and therefore to participate, and denies artists the right to exist, does not really care for life. It oppresses humanity,and it has, directly or indirectly, a vested interest in wars.