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

If only someone else could paint what I see, it would be marvellous, because then I wouldnt have to paint at all.

Only reality interests me now and I know I could spend the rest of my life in copying a chair.

The older I grow, the more I find myself alone.

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

(Art is) the residue of vision.

The form is always the measure of the obsession.