Anything new, anything worth doing, can't be recognized.

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

Painting is just another way of keeping a diary.

I paint what I think, not what I see.

What do you think an artist is? An imbecile who has only his eyes if he's a painter, or ears if he's a musician, or a lyre at every level of his heart if he's a poet, or even, if he's a boxer, just his muscles? On the contrary, he's at the same time a political being, constantly alive to heart-rending, burning, or happy events in the world.

Give me a museum and I'll fill it.

I'd like to live as a poor man with lots of money.