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

Normality is a paved road: It’s comfortable to walk, but no flowers grow on it.

One can speak poetry just by arranging colors well, just as one can say comforting things in music.

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.

Often whole days pass without my speaking to anyone.

What a splendid thing watercolour is to express atmosphere and distance, so that the figure is surrounded by air and can breathe in it.

I sometimes think there is nothing so delightful as drawing.