A young man who is unable to commit a folly is already an old man.

Go on working, freely and furiously, you will make progress and sooner or later your worth will be recognised, if you have any.

If you see a tree as blue, then make it blue.

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.

A critic in my house sees some paintings. Greatly perturbed, he asks for my drawings. My drawings? Never! They are my letters, my secrets.

I am a great artist and I know it, it is because I am that I have been able to endure so much suffering.

I shut my eyes in order to see.