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

The great things are not done by impulse, but by a series of small things brought together. And great things are not something accidental, but must certainly be willed.

One must spoil as many canvases as one succeeds with.

But what's your ultimate goal, you'll say. That goal will become clearer, will take shape slowly and surely, as the croquis becomes a sketch and the sketch a painting, as one works more seriously, as one digs deeper into the originally vague idea, the first fugitive, passing thought, unless it becomes firm.

As long as autumn lasts, I shall not have hands, canvas and colors enough to paint the beautiful things I see.

Though I am often in the depths of misery, there is still calmness, pure harmony and music inside me.

Painting is a faith, and it imposes the duty to disregard public opinion.