There is only one road to follow, that of analysis of the basic elements in order to arrive ultimately at an adequate graphic expression.

An empty canvas is a living wonder - far lovelier than certain pictures.

The artist is not a 'Sunday child' for whom everything immediately succeeds. He does not have the right to live without duty. The task that is assigned to him is painful, it is a heavy cross for him to bear.

Everything that is dead quivers. Not only the things of poetry, stars, moon, wood, flowers, but even a white trouser button glittering out of a puddle in the street... Everything has a secret soul, which is silent more often than it speaks.

The artist must have something to say, for mastery over form is not his goal but rather the adapting of form to its inner meaning.

Every artist, as child of his age, is impelled to express the spirit of his age.

To create a work of art is to create the world.