Color helps to express light, not the physical phenomenon, but the only light that really exists, that in the artist's brain.

If people knew what Matisse, supposedly the painter of happiness, had gone through, the anguish and tragedy he had to overcome to manage to capture that light which has never left him, if people knew all that, they would also realize that this happiness, this light, this dispassionate wisdom which seems to be mine, are sometimes well-deserved, given the severity of my trials.

It is not enough to place colors, however beautiful, one beside the other; colors must also react on one another. Otherwise, you have cacophony.

A thimbleful of red is redder than a bucketful.

Nothing can be accomplished without love.

I am unable to make any distinction between the feeling I get from life and the way I translate that feeling into painting.

A painting in an interior spreads joy around it by the colors, which calm us.