In art, all who have done something other than their predecessors have merited the epithet of revolutionary; and it is they alone who are masters.

Under the continual contact with the pebbles my feet have become hardened and used to the ground. My body, almost constantly nude, no longer suffers from the sun. Civilization is falling from me little by little. I am beginning to think simply, to feel only very little hatred for my neighbor - rather, to love him.

The flat sound of my wooden clogs on the cobblestones, deep, hollow and powerful, is the note I seek in my painting.

A hint - don't paint too much direct from nature. Art is an abstraction! study nature then brood on it and treasure the creation which will result, which is the only way to ascend towards God - to create like our Divine Master.

One's state of mind is three-quarters of what counts, so it has to be carefully nurtured if you want to do something great and lasting.

Night is here. All is at rest. My eyes close in order to see without actually understanding the dream that flees before men infinite space; and I experience the languorous sensation produced by the mournful procession of my hopes.

Color which, like music, is a matter of vibrations, reaches what is most general and therefore most indefinable in nature: its inner power.