No blue without yellow and without orange, and if you do blue, then do yellow and orange as well, surely.

Just slap something on it when you see a blank canvas staring at you with a sort of imbecility.

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

I began to paint again, even though I could barely hold the brush, but knowing exactly what I wanted to paint, I began three more large canvases... of large wheat fields under cloudy skies, and it did not take a great deal to express sadness and loneliness... I believe these paintings say what words cannot.

There are colors which cause each other to shine brilliantly, which form a couple which complete each other like man and woman.

As a painter I shall never signify anything of importance. I feel it Absolutely.

Many people seem to think it foolish, even superstitious, to believe that the world could still change for the better. And it is true that in winter it is sometimes so bitingly cold that one is tempted to say, 'What do I care if there is a summer; its warmth is no help to me now.' Yes, evil often seems to surpass good. But then, in spite of us, and without our permission, there comes at last an end to the bitter frosts. One morning the wind turns, and there is a thaw. And so I must still have hope.