How lovely yellow is! It stands for the sun.

I began to paint again, even though I could barely hold the brush, but knowing exactly what I wanted to paint, I began three more large canvases... of large wheat fields under cloudy skies, and it did not take a great deal to express sadness and loneliness... I believe these paintings say what words cannot.

The laws of the colors are unutterably beautiful, just because they are not accidental.

What lives in art and is eternally living, is first of all the painter and then the painting.

The more I think about it, the more I realize there is nothing more artistic than to love others.

By working hard, old man, I hope to make something good one day. I haven't yet, but I am pursuing it and fighting for it . . . .

Conscience is a man's compass.