I work as diligently on my canvases as the laborers do in their fields.

It is a pity that, as one gradually gains experience, one loses one's youth.

Do not think too deeply about these things - gradually they will become clearer to you

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

The wheat field has ...poetry; it is like a memory of something one has once seen. We can only make our pictures speak.

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 more ugly, old, nasty, ill, and poor I become the more I want to get my own back by producing vibrant, well-arranged, radiant colour.