Painting as it is now promises to become more subtle - more like music and less like sculpture - and above all it promises color. If only it keeps this promise.

Conscience is a man's compass.

How can I be useful, of what service can I be? There is something inside me, what can it be?

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

If one keeps loving faithfully what is really worth loving, and does not waste one's love on insignificant and unworthy and meaningless things, one will get more light by and by and grow stronger.

Paintings have a life of their own that derives from the painter's soul.

The large majority of people are asleep and do not wish to wake up.