What are you? What am I? Those are the questions that constantly persecute and torment me and perhaps also play some part in my art.

I think only of objects: of a leg or an arm, of the wonderful sense of foreshortening, breaking through the plane, of the division of space, of the combination of straight lines in relation to curved ones.

The greatest mystery of all is reality.

All important things in art have always originated from the deepest feeling about the mystery of Being.

The important thing is first of all to have a real love for the visible world that lies outside ourselves as well as to know the deep secret of what goes on within ourselves.

I hardly need to abstract things, for each object is unreal enough already, so unreal that I can only make it real by means of painting.

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