My brushwork is quite unsystematic. I slam the paint on in all sorts of ways and leave each result to take care of itself.

Ideas for work are coming to me in abundance...I'm going like a painting-locomotive.

One should arrive at leading one's conscience to a state of development so that it becomes the voice of a better and higher self, of which the ordinary self is a servant.

I feel the need of relations and friendship, of affection, of friendly intercourse.... I cannot miss these things without feeling, as does any other intelligent man, a void and a deep need.

Painting as it is now promises to become more subtle - more like music and less like sculpture - and above all it promises color. If only it keeps this promise.

I often think that the night is more alive and more richly colored than the day.

There is nothing more beautiful than nature early in the morning.