Good artists copy, great artists steal.

In art, there is neither past nor future. The art that is not in the present will never be.

The connoisseur of painting gives only bad advice to the painter. For that reason I have given up trying to judge myself.

In the end there is only Matisse.

Everyone wants to understand art. Why don't we try to understand the song of a bird? Why do we love the night, the flowers, everything around us, without trying to understand them? But in the case of a painting, people think they have to understand.

Beauty? To me it is a word without sense because I do not know where its meaning comes from nor where it leads to.

Love must be proven by facts and not by reasons.