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've never felt a desire (and I don't believe I ever shall) to bring the public to my work... a certain popularity seems to me the least desirable of things.

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

What color is in a picture, enthusiasm is in life.

Only when I fall do I get up again.

The heart of man is very much like the sea, it has its storms, it has its tides and in its depths it has its pearls too

In an artist's life, death is perhaps not the most difficult thing.