I sometimes think there is nothing so delightful as drawing.

The great artist is the simplifier.

As practice makes perfect, I cannot but make progress; each drawing one makes, each study one paints, is a step forward.

I see more and more that my work goes infinitely better when I am properly fed, and the paints are there, and the studio and all that... I wish I could manage to make you really understand that when you give money to artists, you are yourself doing an artist's work, and that I only want my pictures to be of such a quality that you will not be too dissatisfied with your work.

What is drawing? How does one get there? It's working one's way through an invisible iron wall that seems to stand between what one feels and what one can do. How can one get through that wall? - since hammering on it doesn't help at all. In my view, one must undermine the wall and grind through it slowly and patiently.

At times it is not easy for me to take up living again.

Ideas for work are coming to me in abundance...I'm going like a painting-locomotive.