How rich art is, if one can only remember what one has seen, one is never empty of thoughts or truly lonely, never alone.

To do good work one must eat well, be well housed, have one's fling from time to time, smoke one's pipe, and drink one's coffee in peace

Bookstores always remind me that there are good things in this world.

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.

And love makes one calmer about many things, and in that way, one is more fit for one's work.

To die for the sake of dying - I prefer to die of passion than to die of boredom!

As you can see, I am immersing myself in color-I've held back from that until now; and I don't regret it.