My drawings inspire, and are not to be defined. They place us, as does music, in the ambiguous realm of the undetermined.

The painter is not an intellectual if, when he has painted a nude woman, he gives us the idea that she is just about to put her clothes back on.

I await joyous surprises while working, an awakening of the materials that I work with and that my spirit develops.

The value of art lies in its power to increase our moral force or establish its heightening influence.

I have placed there a little door opening on to the mysterious. I have made stories.

One must respect black. Nothing prostitutes it.

The fundamental grey which differentiates the masters, expresses them and is the soul of all colour.