Chatter about art is almost always useless.

There is a logic of colors, and it is with this alone, and not with the logic of the brain, that the painter should conform.

Nature is more depth than surface, the colours are the expressions on the surface of this depth; they rise up from the roots of the world.

I want to die painting.

All my life I have worked to be able to earn my living, but I thought that one could do good painting without attracting attention to one's private life. Certainly, an artist wishes to raise himself intellectually as much as possible, but the man must remain obscure. The pleasure must be found in the work.

Fruits ... like having their portrait painted. They seem to sit there and ask your forgiveness for fading. Their thought is given off with their perfumes. They come with all their scents, they speak of the fields they have left, the rain which has nourished them, the daybreaks they have seen.

If isolation tempers the strong, it is the stumbling-block of the uncertain.