What is done in love is done well.

One may have a blazing hearth in one's soul and yet no one ever came to sit by it. Passers-by see only a wisp of smoke from the chimney and continue on their way.

I want to touch people with my art. I want them to say "he feels deeply, he feels tenderly".

There is a sun, a light that for want of another word I can only call yellow, pale sulphur yellow, pale golden citron. How lovely yellow is!

I believe more and more that God must not be judged on this earth. It is one of His sketches that has turned out badly.

The emotions are sometimes so strong that I work without knowing it. The strokes come like speech.

When I have a terrible need of - shall I say the word - religion. Then I go out and paint the stars.