It is the language of nature to which one has to listen.

I felt my energy return and that I said to myself, in any event I'll recover from it, I'll pick up my pencil that I put down in my great discouragement and I'll get back to drawing, and from then on, it seems to me, everything has changed for me.

For myself, I declare I don't know anything about it. But the sight of the stars always makes me dream.

And painted portraits have a life of their own that comes from deep in the soul of the painter and where the machine can't go.

Art is jealous, and demands our whole strength ... .

The cure for him would be to take a good long look at some potato plants, which have lately had such a deep and distinctive colour and tone, instead of driving himself mad looking at pieces of yellow satin and gold leather.

The Mediterranean has the color of mackerel, changeable I mean. You don't always know if it is green or violet, you can't even say it's blue, because the next moment the changing reflection has taken on a tint of rose or gray.