It is the painting that makes me so happy these days.

I shouldn't precisely have chosen madness if there had been any choice, but once such a thing has taken hold of you, you can't very well get out of it.

There is no blue without yellow and without orange.

Well, I am ploughing on my canvases as they do on their fields (the peasants). It goes badly enough in our profession - in fact that has always been so, but at the moment it is very bad.

If one is master of one thing and understands one thing well, one has at the same time, insight into and understanding of many things.

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

No, no thought to the winnings. One loves because one loves.