Now there is fame! Of all - hunger, misery, the incomprehension by the public - fame is by far the worst. It is the castigation of God by the artist. It is sad. It is true.

One cannot be a sorcerer all the time. How could one live?

As far as I am concerned, a painting speaks for itself. What is the use of giving explanations, when all is said and done? A painter has only one language.

The artist spends the first part of his life with the dead, the second with the living, and the third with himself.

We might adapt for the artist the joke about there being nothing more dangerous than instruments of war in the hands of generals. In the same way, there is nothing more dangerous than justice in the hands of judges, and a paint brush in the hands of a painter! Just think of the danger to society! But today we haven't the heart to expel the painters and poets because we no longer admit to ourselves that there is any danger in keeping them in our midst.

The only thing that's important is the legend created by the picture, and not whether it continues to exist itself.

To arrive at abstraction, it is always necessary to begin with a concrete reality.