God sends us pieces of art so that we may see ourselves in them

To express a marriage of two complementary colors, their mingling and their opposition, the mysterious vibrations of kindred tones.

Doing little things well is a step toward doing big things better.

I am unable to describe exactly what is the matter with me; now and then there are horrible fits of anxiety, apparently without cause, or otherwise a feeling of emptiness and fatigue in the head.

The sight of stars makes me dream.

If you hear a voice within you say 'you cannot paint,' then by all means paint, and that voice will be silenced.

Well, I dare not allow myself any illusions, and I am afraid it may never happen that Father and Mother will really appreciate my art. It is not their fault; we do not see the same things with the same eyes, or have the same thoughts raised in us by them. They will never be able to understand what painting is.