I'm now painting with all the elan of a Marseillais eating soup, which won't surprise you when I tell you I'm painting large sunflowers. The idea? To decorate the studio, now there's hope of Gauguin living here. I aim at a dozen panels of sunflowers in the room I've set aside for Gauguin.

It is the language of nature to which one has to listen.

But you people do not understand me, and I am afraid you never will.

For the great doesn't happen through impulse alone, and is a succession of little things that are brought together.

I dream of painting and then I paint my dream.

You can feel the stars and the infinity of the sky since life, in spite of everything, is like a dream.

What is done in love is done well.