It was always disappointing to see that what I could really master in terms of form boiled down to so little.

If I see everything in gray, and in gray all the colors which I experience and which I would like to reproduce, then why should I use any other color?

All I can do will only ever be a faint image of what I see and my success will always be less than my failure or perhaps equal to the failure.

The more I work, the more I see things differently, that is, everything gains in grandeur every day, becomes more and more unknown, more and more beautiful. The closer I come, the grander it is, the more remote it is.

If we master a bit of drawing, everything else is possible.

What I am looking for is not happiness. I work solely because it is impossible for me to do anything else.

I don't know if I work in order to do something, or in order to know why I can't do what I want to do.