One hundred artists introduce us to one hundred worlds.

Each painting has its own way of evolving. When the painting is finished, the subject reveals itself.

It is the mysterious that I love in painting. It is the stillness and the silence. I want my pictures to take effect very slowly, to obsess and to haunt.

As for the subject matter in my painting.. ..it is very often an incidental thing in the background, elusive and unclear, that really stirred me.

There is always an unconscious collaboration among artists.. ..the artist who imagine himself a Robinson Crusoe is either a primitive or a fool.

The eye seems to be responding to something living.

One can begin a picture and carry it through and stop it and do nothing about the title at all.

In the beginning I drew and painted from nature in order to know her. Then later, only to fall under her spell. And today, to let her mirror my thoughts and feelings.

I kept.. ..returning to the (ancient Roman) wall paintings with their veiled melancholy and elegant plasticity.

The large gray spiked form rising from the bottom of the picture is to me the symbol of death and ruin. And finally the black ovoid form is the symbol of fire, lava and destruction.

I can not evolve any concrete theory about painting.

A song is the exultation of the mind dwelling on eternal things, bursting forth in the voice.

If you want to know a man, dig in his firepit...Basically, it meant that you could judge a lot about a man's life by what he thew away - or by what he was willing to burn in order to stay warm.

Men would be as gods, if they had foreknowledge.

I tend to say faith is believing in life, and as I love life, I try to do the best with it, make it as serene and joyous as possible.

Why nationalize industry when you can nationalize the people?

I lost my head/when I found my heart.

Ah, trouble, trouble, there are the two different kinds ... there's the one you give and the other you take.

But wise is the man who disdains no character, but with searching glance explores him to the root and cause of all.

Things are in the saddle. And ride mankind.

... no compelling data to support its anachronistic social Darwinism.