We are having wind and rain here, and I am very glad not to be alone. I work from memory on bad days, and that would not do if I were alone.

To believe in God for me is to feel that there is a God, not a dead one, or a stuffed one, who with irresistible force urges us towards more loving.

I myself am quite absorbed by the delicate yellow, delicate soft green, delicate violet of a ploughed and weeded piece of soil.

Art demands persistent work, work in spite of everything, and continuous observations. By persistent, I mean not only continuous work, but also not giving up your opinion at the bidding of such and such a person.

The wheat field has ...poetry; it is like a memory of something one has once seen. We can only make our pictures speak.

I always dream a painting like that, with a group of lively figures of the pals.

The more ugly, old, nasty, ill, and poor I become the more I want to get my own back by producing vibrant, well-arranged, radiant colour.