To believe in God for me is to feel that there is a God, not a dead one, or a stuffed one, who with irresistible force urges us towards more loving.

Sometimes I long so much to do landscape, just as one would go for a long walk to refresh oneself, and in all of nature, in trees for instance, I see expression and a soul.

The great things are not done by impulse, but by a series of small things brought together. And great things are not something accidental, but must certainly be willed.

The wheat field has ...poetry; it is like a memory of something one has once seen. We can only make our pictures speak.

At present I absolutely want to paint a starry sky. It often seems to me that night is still more richly coloured than the day; having hues of the most intense violets, blues and greens. If only you pay attention to it you will see that certain stars are lemon-yellow, others pink or a green, blue and forget-me-not brilliance. And without my expatiating on this theme it is obvious that putting little white dots on the blue-black is not enough to paint a starry sky.

I always dream a painting like that, with a group of lively figures of the pals.

Paintings have a life of their own that derives from the painter's soul.