The only time I feel alive is when I'm painting.

The only thing to do is to go one's own way, to try one's best, to make the thing live.

A good picture is equivalent to a good deed.

Spring is the fresh green of young corn and the pink blush of blossoms. Autumn contrasts the yellowed foilage with violet hues. Winter is the white of snow against its black forms ... Summer is the contrast of blues and the golden bronze of the corn.

Everyone who works with love and with intelligence finds in the very sincerity of his love for nature and art a kind of armor against the opinions of other people.

It seems to me it's a painter's duty to try to put an idea into his work.

Do you know that drawing with words is also an art... ?