It constantly remains a source of disappointment to me that my drawings are not yet what I want them to be. The difficulties are indeed numerous and great, and cannot be overcome at once. To make progress is a kind of miner’s work; it doesn’t advance as quickly as one would like, and as others also expect, but as one stands before such a task, the basic necessities are patience and faithfulness. In fact, I do not think much about the difficulties, because if one thought of them too much one would get stunned or disturbed.

I want to paint what I feel, and feel what I paint.

Seek only light and freedom and do not immerse yourself too deeply in the worldly mire.

I sometimes think there is nothing so delightful as drawing.

Yellow is capable of charming God.

To die for the sake of dying - I prefer to die of passion than to die of boredom!

I am astonished at the high prices paid for works by painters who are dead, prices none of them could expect when they were alive. It is a kind of tulip trade, in which living painters suffer but do not profit.