My only desire is an intimate infusion with nature, and the only fate I wish is to have worked and lived in harmony with her laws.

I'm not performing miracles, I'm using up and wasting a lot of paint.

I see less and less... I need to avoid lateral light, which darkens my colors. Nevertheless, I always paint at the times of day most propitious for me, as long as my paint tubes and brushes are not mixed up... I will paint almost blind, as Beethoven composed completely deaf.

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.

Light is the most important person in the picture.

Everything changes, even stone.