I remember that, although I was full of fervour, I didn't have the slightest inkling, even at forty, of the deeper side to the movement we were pursuing by instinct. It was in the air!

I began to understand my sensations, to know what I wanted, at around the age of forty - but only vaguely.

Blessed are they who see beautiful things in humble places where other people see nothing.

Paint the essential character of things.

Cover the canvas at the first go, then work at it until you see nothing more to add.

Don't be afraid in nature: one must be bold, at the risk of having been deceived and making mistakes.

All the sorrow, all the bitterness, all the sadness, I forget them and ignore them in the joy of working.