“A work of art which did not begin in emotion is not art.”

Light is a thing that cannot be reproduced, but must be represented by something else – by color.

All the theories mess you up inside.

I cannot attain the intensity that is unfolded before my senses. I have not the magnificent richness of colouring that animates nature.

Everything in nature is formed upon the sphere, the cone and the cylinder. One must learn to paint these simple figures and then one can do all that he may wish.

If I think, everything is lost.

I ask you to pray for me, for once age has overtaken us, we find consolation only in religion.

When I judge art, I take my painting and put it next to a God made object like a tree or flower. If it clashes, it is not art.

It took me 40 years to find out that painting is not sculpture.

Pure drawing is an abstraction. Drawing and colour are not distinct, everything in nature is coloured.

You have no idea how life-giving it is to find around one a youth that agrees not to bury one on the spot.

Chatter about art is almost always useless.

There is no such thing as an amateur artist as different from a professional artist. There is only good art and bad art.

I’ll always be grateful to the public of intelligent amateurs.

You have to hurry up if you want to see something, everything disappears.

If I were called upon to define briefly the word Art, I should call it the reproduction of what the senses preceive in nature, seen through the veil of the soul.

Time and reflection change the sight little by little ’till we come to understand.