The effect of sincerity is to give one's work the character of a protest. The painter, being concerned only with conveying his impression, simply seeks to be himself and no one else.

I am very depressed and deeply disgusted with painting. It is really a continual torture.

To see we must forget the name of the thing we are looking at.

It is a tragedy that we live in a world where physical courage is so common, and moral courage is so rare.

For almost two months now I've been struggling away with no result.

What I need most of all is color, always, always.

Every day I discover more and more beautiful things. It’s enough to drive one mad. I have such a desire to do everything, my head is bursting with it.