I was driven on by.. A force which I see today as something alien to my normal life... so I have been no more than a medium as it were.

Instinct must be thwarted just as one prunes the branches of a tree so that it will grow better.

I do not literally paint that table, but the emotion it produces upon me.

The importance of an artist is to be measured by the quantity of new signs which he has introduced to the language of art.

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.

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

I'm growing old, I delight in the past.