But you people do not understand me, and I am afraid you never will.

We have very beautiful bad weather here at present - rain, wind, thunder - but with splendid effects; that's why I like it.

I wanted to make people think of a totally different way of living from that which we, educated people, live. I would absolutely not want anyone to find it beautiful or good without a thought.

How rich art is, if one can only remember what one has seen, one is never empty of thoughts or truly lonely, never alone.

The uglier, older, meaner, iller, poorer I get, the more I wish to take my revenge by doing brilliant color, well arranged, resplendent.

Well, I am ploughing on my canvases as they do on their fields (the peasants). It goes badly enough in our profession - in fact that has always been so, but at the moment it is very bad.

I can't change the fact that my paintings don't sell. But the time will come when people will recognize that they are worth more than the value of the paints used in the picture.