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

The victory one would gain after a whole life of work and effort is better than one that is gained sooner.

Normality is a paved road: It’s comfortable to walk, but no flowers grow on it.

Often whole days pass without my speaking to anyone.

The only thing to do is to go one's own way, to try one's best, to make the thing live.

My brushwork is quite unsystematic. I slam the paint on in all sorts of ways and leave each result to take care of itself.

Keep your love of nature, for that is the true way to understand art more and more.