I have been no more than a medium, as it were.

I am unable to distinguish between the feeling I have for life and my way of expressing it.

I have always tried to hide my efforts and wished my works to have a light joyousness of springtime which never lets anyone suspect the labors it has cost me.

When I eat a tomato I look at it the way anyone else would. But when I paint a tomato, then I see it differently.

When you're out of will power you call on stubbornness, that's the trick.

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

...I am driven on by an idea that I really only grasp as it grows with the picture.