I am risking my life for my work, and half my reason has gone.

One begins by plaguing oneself to no purpose in order to be true to nature, and one concludes by working quietly from one's own palette alone, and then nature is the result.

There is no blue without yellow and without orange.

The lamps are burning and the starry sky is over it all.

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

I consciously choose the dog's path through life. I shall be poor; I shall be a painter.

Paintings have a life of their own that derives from the painter's soul.