The painter’s instrument is his armchair.

I do not belong to any school, I simply want to do something that is personal to my self.

Who speaks of art speaks of poetry. There is not art without a poetic aim. There is a species of emotion particular to painting. There is an effect that results from a certain arrangement of colors, of lights, of shadows. It is this that one calls the music of painting

We perceive nature through the senses, which give us images of forms of colour, sounds etc. A form which exists only in relation to another form on its own, it does not exist.

There is no art without a poetic aim.

To say that a thing is beautiful is simply an act of faith, not a measurement on some kind of scale.

Conceive of a picture really as a series of harmonies.

Nothing is important save the spiritual state that enables one to subjectify one's thoughts to a sensation and to think only of the sensation, all the while searching to express it.