Colors live a remarkable life of their own after they have been applied to the canvas.

The rich man who gives, steals twice over. First he steals the money and then the hearts of men.

Through my art I have tried to explain my life and its meaning. I have also intended to help others to clarify their lives.

Death is pitch-dark, but colors are light. To be a painter, one must work with rays of light.

I build a kind of wall between myself and t he model so that I can paint in peace behind it. Otherwise, she might say something that confuses and distracts me.

If what you want to paint is the emotive mood in all its strength... then you must not sit and stare at everything and depict it exactly as one sees it.

A person himself believes that all the other portraits are good likenesses except the one of himself.