Exaggerate the essential, leave the obvious vague.

We are surrounded by poetry on all sides.

Normality is a paved road: It’s comfortable to walk, but no flowers grow on it.

As long as autumn lasts, I shall not have hands, canvas and colors enough to paint the beautiful things I see.

What lives in art and is eternally living, is first of all the painter and then the painting.

To do good work one must eat well, be well housed, have one's fling from time to time, smoke one's pipe, and drink one's coffee in peace

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