Much of the beauty that arises in art comes from the struggle an artist wages with his limited medium.

A certain blue enters your soul. A certain red has an effect on your blood-pressure.

I cannot copy nature in a servile way; I am forced to interpret nature and submit it to the spirit of the picture. From the relationship I have found in all the tones there must result a living harmony of colors, a harmony analogous to that of a musical composition.

If my story were ever to be written truthfully from start to finish, it would amaze everyone.

Drawing is like making an expressive gesture with the advantage of permanence.

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.

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.