Mine alone is the country of my soul.

One fine day as my mother was putting the bread in the oven, I went up to her and taking her by her flour-smeared elbow I said to her, Mama I want to be a painter.

To call everything that appears illogical, fantasy, fairy tale, or chimera would be practically to admit not understanding nature.

We all know that a good person can be a bad artist.But no one will ever be a genuine artist unless he is a great human being and thus also a good one.

Can my words distill for you a little sweetness, tender and caressing?

When I am finishing a picture, I hold some God-made object up to it

I am a child who is getting on.