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

Without fear and disease, my life would be like a boat without oars.

It would be quite amusing to preach a bit to all those people who for many years now have been looking at our paintings and either laughed or shook their heads reproachfully. They do not believe that these impressions, these instant sensations, could contain even the smallest grain of sanity. If a tree is red or blue, or a face is blue or green, they are sure that is insanity.

There is a battle that goes on between men and women. Many people call it love.

Some colors reconcile themselves to one another, others just clash.

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

Oil-painting is a developed technique. Why go backwards?