I can't work without a model. I won't say I turn my back on nature ruthlessly in order to turn a study into a picture, arranging the colors, enlarging and simplifying; but in the matter of form I am too afraid of departing from the possible and the true.

What preys on my mind is simply this one question: what am I good for, could I not be of service or use in some way?

I want to touch people with my art. I want them to say "he feels deeply, he feels tenderly".

I can't change the fact that my paintings don't sell. But the time will come when people will recognize that they are worth more than the value of the paints used in the picture.

Love always causes trouble, that's true, but in its favour, it energizes.

My sketchbook is a witness of what I am experiencing, scribbling things whenever they happen.

I work as diligently on my canvases as the laborers do in their fields.