In a fire, between a Rembrandt and a cat, I would save the cat.

Failure is my best friend. If I succeeded, it would be like dying. Maybe worse.

The one thing that fills me with enthusiasm is to try, despite everything, to get nearer to those visions that seem so hard to express.

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

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?

In a burning building I would save a cat before a Rembrandt.

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.