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

It seems to me it's a painter's duty to try to put an idea into his work.

Admire as much as you can. Most people do not admire enough.

The emotions are sometimes so strong that I work without knowing it. The strokes come like speech.

In the fullness of artistic life there is, and remains, and will always come back at times, that homesick longing for the truly ideal life that can never come true.

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.

...to look at the stars always makes me dream, as simply as I dream over the black dots of a map representing towns and villages. Why, I ask myself, should the shining dots of the sky not be as accessible as the black dots on the map of France?