If one hasn't a horse, one is one's own horse.

Even the knowledge of my own fallibility cannot keep me from making mistakes. Only when I fall do I get up again.

If your inner voice is telling you that you can't paint, by all means, hurry up and paint and silence the voice.

I see more and more that my work goes infinitely better when I am properly fed, and the paints are there, and the studio and all that... I wish I could manage to make you really understand that when you give money to artists, you are yourself doing an artist's work, and that I only want my pictures to be of such a quality that you will not be too dissatisfied with your work.

For my part I know nothing with any certainty, but the sight of the stars makes me dream.

My brushwork is quite unsystematic. I slam the paint on in all sorts of ways and leave each result to take care of itself.

I will not live without love.