My aim in life is to make pictures and drawings, as many and as well as I can; then, at the end of my life... looking back with love and tender regret, and thinking, 'Oh, the pictures I might have made!'

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

How lovely yellow is! It stands for the sun.

Even this artistic life, which we know is not real life, appears to me to be so alive and so vital that it would be a form ingratitude not to be content with it.

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

The great artist is the simplifier.

For instead of trying to reproduce exactly what I see before me, I make more arbitrary use of colour to express myself more forcefully.