My opinion is that the best thing would be to work on till art lovers feel drawn toward it of their own accord, instead of having to praise or to explain it.

What is drawing? It is working oneself through an invisible iron wall that seems to stand between what one feels and what one can do.

The heart of man is very much like the sea, it has its storms, it has its tides and in its depths it has its pearls too

I am astonished at the high prices paid for works by painters who are dead, prices none of them could expect when they were alive. It is a kind of tulip trade, in which living painters suffer but do not profit.

If I did not succeed I still thought that what I had worked on would be continued. Not immediately. But there are others who believe in things that are true.

As practice makes perfect, I cannot but make progress; each drawing one makes, each study one paints, is a step forward.

We take death to reach a star