I Hate It When People Pilfer My

I'd Like To Live Like A Poor Man With A Lot Of Money.

Let Them Understand Above All That The Artist Works From Necessity; That He, Too, Is A Minute Element Of The World To Whom One Should Ascribe No More Importance Than So Many Things In Nature Which Charm Us But Which We Do Not Explain To Ourselves.

Everybody Has The Same Energy Potential. The Average Person Wastes His In A Dozen Little Ways. I Bring Mine To Bear On One Thing Only: My Paintings, And Everything Else Is Sacrificed To It...myself Included.

Today We Haven't The Heart To Expel The Painters And Poets From Society Because We Refuse To Admit To Ourselves That There Is Any Danger In Keeping Them In Our Midst.

A Painter Paints To Unload Himself Of Feelings And Visions.