It Is The Language Of Nature To

The Great Isn't Something Accidental; It Must Be Willed.

I Am Astonished At The High Prices Paid For Works By Painters Who Are Dead, Prices None Of Them Could Expect When They Were Alive. It Is A Kind Of Tulip Trade, In Which Living Painters Suffer But Do Not Profit.

Painting Demands An Intelligent Model.

I Do Not Know Myself How I Paint It. I Sit Down With A White Board Before The Spot That Strikes Me. I Look At What Is Before My Eyes, And Say To Myself, That White Board Must Become Something.

One Must Never Let The Fire Go Out In One's Soul, But Keep It Burning.