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.
I know for sure that I have an instinct for color, and that it will come to me more and more, that painting is in the very marrow of my bones.
What a simple thing death is, just as simple as the falling of an autumn leaf.
One can never study nature too much and too hard.
I use color in a completely arbitrary way in order to express myself powerfully.
Often whole days pass without my speaking to anyone.
It’s as interesting and as difficult to say a thing well as to paint it. There is the art of lines and colours, but the art of words exists too, and will never be less important.
The worse I get along with people the more I learn to have faith in Nature and concentrate on her.
Study, analyse the social structure – that’s always far more effective than moralising.
I lost my job as an art salesman. It was the customer’s fault. He wanted to buy the wrong paintings.
At times it is not easy for me to take up living again.
Often whole days pass without my speaking to anyone, except to ask for diner or coffee. And it has been like that form the beginning.
I believe that one thinks much more soundly if the thoughts arise from direct contact with things, than if one looks at things with the aim of finding this or that in them.
You can feel the stars and the infinity of the sky since life, in spite of everything, is like a dream.
In spite of everything, I shall rise again.
The more ugly, old, nasty, ill, and poor I become the more I want to get my own back by producing vibrant, well-arranged, radiant colour.
The cure for him would be to take a good long look at some potato plants, which have lately had such a deep and distinctive colour and tone, instead of driving himself mad looking at pieces of yellow satin and gold leather.
Let us keep courage and try to be patient and gentle. And let us not mind being eccentric, and make distinction between good and evil.
What lives in art and is eternally living, is first of all the painter and then the painting.
I have a firm faith in art, a firm confidence in its being a powerful stream which carries a man to a harbor, though he himself must do his bit too.