The meaning of life is to find your gift. The purpose of life is to give it away.

Without great solitude no serious work is possible.

What one does is what counts. Not what one had the intention of doing.

Everybody has the same energy potential. The average person wastes his in a dozen little ways. I bring mine to bear on one thing only: my paintings, and everything else is sacrificed to it...myself included.

I've reached the moment where the movement of my thought interests me more than the thought itself.

Why do two colors, put one next to the other, sing? Can one really explain this? no. Just as one can never learn how to paint.

Lord, protect me from what I want!