The world concerns me only in so far as I have a certain debt and duty to it, because I have lived in it for thirty years and owe to it to leave behind some souvenir in the shape of drawings and paintings – not done to please any particular movement, but within which a genuine human sentiment is expressed.

At times it is not easy for me to take up living again.

The uglier, older, meaner, iller, poorer I get, the more I wish to take my revenge by doing brilliant color, well arranged, resplendent.

Christ is more of an artist than the artists; he works in the living spirit and the living flesh, he makes men instead of statues.

Man is not on the earth solely for his own happiness. He is there to realize great things for humanity.

The fishermen know that the sea is dangerous and the storm terrible, but they have never found these dangers sufficient reason for remaining ashore.

There is no blue without yellow and without orange.