“Painting it’s a blind man profession. Painter is painting not what he sees but what he feels.”

I don’t believe in accidents. There are only encounters in history. There are no accidents.

Painting is just another way of keeping a diary.

There are painters who transform the sun to a yellow spot, but there are others who with the help of their art and their intelligence, transform a yellow spot into sun.

I don’t work from nature, I work like nature.

Nature does many things the way I do, but she hides them!

There is no abstract art. You must always start with something. Afterward you can remove all traces of reality.

In every photographer there was a painter, a true artist, awaiting expression.

Art is the elimination of the unnecessary.

I do not seek. I find.

I don’t work from nature, I work like nature.

Nature does many things the way I do, but she hides them!

There is no abstract art. You must always start with something. Afterward you can remove all traces of reality.

In every photographer there was a painter, a true artist, awaiting expression.

Art is the elimination of the unnecessary.

I do not seek. I find.

You have to start somewhere. You can always erase reality later on.

Gentlemen, you will permit me to put on my spectacles, for, I have grown not only gray, but almost blind in the service of my country.

But if there’s love, dear – those are the ties that bind, and you’ll have a family in your heart, forever.

How narrow we selfish conceited creatures are in our sympathies! How blind to the rights of all the rest of creation!

Love never dies a natural death. It dies because we don’t know how to replenish its source. It dies of blindness and errors and betrayals. It dies of illness and wounds; it dies of weariness, of witherings, of tarnishings.

An eye for an eye will only make the whole world blind.

I was quiet but I was not blind.

What a terrible era in which idiots govern the blind.

An eye for an eye, and the whole world would be blind.