For myself, I declare I don't know anything about it. But the sight of the stars always makes me dream.

Modern reality has got such a hold on us that... when we attempt to reconstruct the ancient days in our thoughts...the minor events of our lives tear us away from our meditations, and... thrust us back into our personal [problems]

In order to work and to become an artist one needs love. At least, one who wants sentiment in his work must in the first place feel it himself, and live with his heart

It is the language of nature to which one has to listen.

No blue without yellow and without orange, and if you do blue, then do yellow and orange as well, surely.

The great isn't something accidental; it must be willed.

And painted portraits have a life of their own that comes from deep in the soul of the painter and where the machine can't go.