What matters is real love for things of the world outside us and for the deep secrets within us.

In principle, any abstraction of the object is allowed which has a sufficiently strong creative power behind it.

When spiritual, metaphysical, material, or immaterial events come into my life, I can only fix them by way of painting.

Painting is a very difficult thing. It absorbs the whole man, body and soul, thus have I passed blindly many things which belong to real and political life.

I do not weep: I loathe tears, for they are a sign of slavery.

Painting constantly appeared to me as the one and only possible achievement.

My figures come and go, suggested by fortune or misfortune. I try to fix them divested of their apparent accidental quality.