It is a tragedy that we live in a world where physical courage is so common, and moral courage is so rare.
I would like to paint the way a bird sings.
Pictures aren't made out of doctrines. Since the appearance of impressionism, the official salons, which used to be brown, have become blue, green, and red...But peppermint or chocolate, they are still confections.
Colors pursue me like a constant worry. They even worry me in my sleep.
The real subject of every painting is light.
I've done what I could as a painter and that seems to me to be sufficient. I don't want to be compared to the great masters of the past, and my painting is open to criticism; that's enough.