He once said that he wished to be famous, but unknown.

Art critic! Is that a profession? When I think we are stupid enough, we painters, to solicit those people's compliments and to put ourselves into their hands! What shame! Should we even accept that they talk about our work?

It is people's movement that consoles us. If the leaves of a tree did not move, how sad would be the tree - and so should we.

He once said that he wished to be famous, but unknown.

There is no such thing as Intelligence; one has intelligence of this or that. One must have intelligence only for what one is doing.

We were created to look at one another, weren't we?

What a horrible thing yellow is.