Art is either plagiarism or revolution.

I sit at my door, smoking a cigarette and sipping my absinthe, and I enjoy every day without a care in the world

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

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

Sooner or later people will learn to recognize your worth

Color! What a deep and mysterious language, the language of dreams.

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