I am working with the enthusiasm of a man from Marseilles eating bouillabaisse, which shouldn't come as a surprise to you because I am busy painting huge sunflowers.

In the end we shall have had enough of cynicism, skepticism and humbug, and we shall want to live more musically.

It is a sad and very melancholy scene, which must strike everyone who knows and feels that we also have to pass one day through the valley of the shadow of death, and “que la fin de la vie humaine, ce sont des larmes ou des cheveux blancs.” What lies beyond this is a great mystery that only God knows, but He has revealed absolutely through His word that there is a resurrection of the dead.

There is a sun, a light that for want of another word I can only call yellow, pale sulphur yellow, pale golden citron. How lovely yellow is!

As a painter I shall never signify anything of importance. I feel it Absolutely.

What lives in art and is eternally living, is first of all the painter and then the painting.

Love always brings difficulties, that is true, but the good side of it is that it gives energy.