The painter of the future will be a colorist unlike anything yet.

The Mediterranean has the color of mackerel, changeable I mean. You don't always know if it is green or violet, you can't even say it's blue, because the next moment the changing reflection has taken on a tint of rose or gray.

I take great care of myself by carefully shutting myself away.

I do not intend to spare myself, not to avoid emotions or difficulties. I don't care much whether I live a longer or shorter time... the world concerns me only in so far as I feel a certain debt toward it, because I have walked on this earth for thirty years, and out of gratitude I want to leave some souvenir.

Do not become the slave of your model.

What a simple thing death is, just as simple as the falling of an autumn leaf.

Conscience is a man's compass.