Life has no meaning unless one lives it with a will, at least to the limit of one's will.

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.

Beautiful colors exist, though we do not realize it, and are glimpsed behind the veil that modesty has drawn over them.

And here in my isolation I can grow stronger. Poetry seems to come of itself, without effort, and I need only let myself dream a little while painting to suggest it.

In art, there are only two types of people: revolutionaries and plagiarists. And in the end, doesn't the revolutionary's work become official, once the State takes it over?

Take care not to step on the foot of a learned idiot. His bite is incurable.

Do not copy nature. Art is an abstraction. Rather, bring your art forth by dreaming in front of her and think more of creation.