"By painting colors and lines and forms seen in quickened mood I was seeking to make this mood vibrate as a phonograph does. This was the origin of the paintings in The Frieze of Life."

"It is so strange to be entirely gone that it must that the hour must come when you can say to yourself now you have 10 now 5 minutes left and then it will happen and you shall feel how little by littl…"

"My art is truly a confession. A voluntary unveiling of my soul."

"I walked along the road with two friends – the sun went down – I felt a gust of melancholy – suddenly the sky turned a bloody red. I stopped, leaned against the railing, tired to death – over the blue…"

"The notes I have made are not a diary in the ordinary sense, but partly lengthy records of my spiritual experiences, and partly poems in prose."