Seeing is in itself a creative act which requires effort.

There are wonderful things in Jazz, the improvisation, the liveliness, the being at one with the audience.

Arrival = Prison, and the artist must never be a prisoner.

Purer colors... have in themselves, independently of the objects they serve to express, a significant action on the feelings of those who look at them.

My choice of colors does not rest on any scientific theory, it is based on observation, on feeling, on the experience of my sensibility.

You study, you learn, but you guard the original naivete. It has to be within you, as desire for drink is within the drunkard or love is within the lover.

An artist must never be a prisoner. Prisoner? An artist should never be a prisoner of himself, prisoner of style, prisoner of reputation, prisoner of success, etc.