Though I am often in the depths of misery, there is still calmness, pure harmony and music inside me. I see paintings or drawings in the poorest cottages, in the dirtiest corners. And my mind is driven towards these things with an irresistible momentum.

I experience a period of frightening clarity in those moments when nature is so beautiful. I am no longer sure of myself, and the paintings appear as in a dream.

Often whole days pass without my speaking to anyone, except to ask for diner or coffee. And it has been like that form the beginning.

I see more and more that my work goes infinitely better when I am properly fed, and the paints are there, and the studio and all that... I wish I could manage to make you really understand that when you give money to artists, you are yourself doing an artist's work, and that I only want my pictures to be of such a quality that you will not be too dissatisfied with your work.

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

Painting is a faith, and it imposes the duty to disregard public opinion.

Painters understand nature and love it, and teach us to see.