One of the hardest things to do is to paint darkness which nonetheless has light in it.

I am painting with the same enthusiasm as a Marseillaise eats bouillabaisse ... I am painting big sunflowers.

How right it is to love flowers and the greenery of pines and ivy and hawthorn hedges; they have been with us from the very beginning.

A weaver who has to direct and to interweave a great many little threads has no time to philosophize about it, but rather he is so absorbed in his work that he doesn't think but acts, and he feels how things must go more than he can explain it.

The great artist is the simplifier.

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

How can I be useful, of what service can I be? There is something inside me, what can it be?