I am the primitive of the method I have invented.

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

I could paint for a hundred years, a thousand years without stopping and I would still feel as though I knew nothing.

Doubtless there are things in nature which have not yet been seen. If an artist discovers them, he opens the way for his successors.

Knowledge of the means to express our emotion is essential- and is acquired only after a very long experience.

What is one to think of those fools who tell one that the artist is always subordinate to nature? Art is a harmony parallel with nature.

I want to die painting.