Often whole days pass without my speaking to anyone.

The laws of the colors are unutterably beautiful, just because they are not accidental.

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

It is looking at things for a long time that ripens you and gives you a deeper meaning.

A woman is not old as long as she loves and is loved

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

I am risking my life for my work, and half my reason has gone.