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

I experience a period of frightening clarity in those moments when nature is so beautiful. I am no longer sure of myself, and the paintings appear as in a dream.

The uglier, older, meaner, iller, poorer I get, the more I wish to take my revenge by doing brilliant color, well arranged, resplendent.

I am a man of passions, capable of and subject to doing more or less foolish things- which I happen to regret, more or less, afterwards.

At times it is not easy for me to take up living again.

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

Purity of soul and impurity of body can go together.