It is looking at things for a long time that ripens you and gives you a deeper meaning.

At present I absolutely want to paint a starry sky. It often seems to me that night is still more richly coloured than the day; having hues of the most intense violets, blues and greens. If only you pay attention to it you will see that certain stars are lemon-yellow, others pink or a green, blue and forget-me-not brilliance. And without my expatiating on this theme it is obvious that putting little white dots on the blue-black is not enough to paint a starry sky.

The more I think about it, the more I realize there is nothing more artistic than to love others.

To believe in God for me is to feel that there is a God, not a dead one, or a stuffed one, who with irresistible force urges us towards more loving.

You have to first experience what you want to express

Poetry surrounds us everywhere, but putting it on paper is, alas, not so easy as looking at it.

The sight of stars makes me dream.