To paint is not to copy the object slavishly, it is to grasp a harmony among many relationships.

I paint as if I were Rothschild.

The landscape becomes human, becomes a thinking, living being within me. I become one with my picture...we merge in an iridescent chaos.

I have sworn to die painting.

I lack the magnificent richness of color that animates nature.

The artist must scorn all judgment that is not based on an intelligent observation of character. He must beware of the literary spirit which so often causes a painting to deviate from its true path - the concrete study of nature - to lose itself all too long in intangible speculations.

I allow no one to touch me.