What a simple thing death is, just as simple as the falling of an autumn leaf.

To express a marriage of two complementary colors, their mingling and their opposition, the mysterious vibrations of kindred tones.

As long as autumn lasts, I shall not have hands, canvas and colors enough to paint the beautiful things I see.

The sight of stars makes me dream.

If one wants to be active, one must not be afraid of going wrong, one must not be afraid of making mistakes now and then. Many people think that they will become good just by doing no harm -- but that's a lie.... That way lies stagnation, mediocrity.

I always dream a painting like that, with a group of lively figures of the pals.

Drawing is the root of everything, and the time spent on that is actually all profit.