Painting Is A Very Difficult Thing. It

Learn By Heart The Forms To Be Found In Nature, So That You Can Use Them Like The Notes In A Musical Composition. That Is What These Forms Are For. Nature Is A Marvelous Chaos, And It Is Our Job And Our Duty To Bring Order Into That Chaos And - To Perfect It.

There Is Nothing I Hate More Than Sentimentality.

As A Painter, Cursed Or Blessed With A Terrible And Vital Sensuousness, I Must Look For Wisdom With My Eyes. I Repeat, With My Eyes, For Nothing Could Be More Ridiculous Or Irrelevant Than A 'philosophical Conception Painted Purely Intellectually Without The Terrible Fury Of The Senses Grasping Each Visible Form Of Beauty And Ugliness.

The Laws Of Art Are Eternal And Don't Change At All, As The Moral Laws Don't Change In Human Beings.

I Went Across The Fields To Avoid The Straight Highways, Along The Firing Lines Where People Were Shooting At A Small Wooded Hill, Which Is Now Covered With Wooden Crosses And Lines Of Graves Instead Of Spring Flowers.