There is a sort of elation about sunlight on the upper part of a house.

I have tried to present my sensations in what is the most congenial and impressive form possible to me.

In its most limited sense, modern, art would seem to concern itself only with the technical innovations of the period.

The trend in some of the contemporary movements in art, but by no means all, seems to deny this ideal and to me appears to lead to a purely decorative conception of painting.

I guess I'm not very human. All I really want to do is paint light on the side of a house.

Great art is the outward expression of an inner life in the artist, and this inner life will result in his personal vision of the world.

The question of the value of nationality in art is perhaps unsolvable.