It has always bothered me that I don't paint like everyone else

I am curious about color as one would be visiting a new country, because I have never concentrated so closely on color expression. Up to now I have waited at the gates of the temple.

He who loves, flies, runs, and rejoices; he is free and nothing holds him back.

I don't know whether I believe in God or not. I think, really, I'm some sort of Buddhist. But the essential thing is to put oneself in a frame of mind which is close to that of prayer.

Work cures everything.

For my part I have never avoided the influence of others. I would have considered it cowardice and a lack of sincerity toward myself.

The splitting up of color [as Impressionists did] brought the splitting up of form and contour . . . Everything is reduced to a mere sensation of the retina, but one which destroys all tranquility of surface and contour. Objects are differentiated only by the luminosity that is given them.