What is real for me are the illusions I create with my paintings. Everything else is quicksand.

The source of genius is imagination alone, the refinement of the senses that sees what others do not see, or sees them differently.

The outcome of my days is always the same; an infinite desire for what one never gets; a void one cannot fill; an utter yearning to produce in all ways, to battle as much as possible against time that drags us along, and the distractions that throw a veil over our soul.

What moves those of genius, what inspires their work is not new ideas, but their obsession with the idea that what has already been said is still not enough.

We work not only to produce, but to give value to time.

Nature creates unity even in the parts of a whole.

Experience has two things to teach. The first is that we must correct a great deal and the second, that we must not correct too much.