Truth Exists; Only Lies Are Invented.

The Painter Thinks In Terms Of Form And Color. The Goal Is Not To Be Concerned With The Reconstitution Of An Anecdotal Fact, But With Constitution Of A Pictorial Fact.

Colour Could Give Rise To Sensations Which Would Interfere With Our Conception Of Space.

One Day I Noticed That I Could Go On Working My Art Motif No Matter What The Weather Might Be. I No Longer Needed The Sun, For I Took My Light Everywhere With Me.

I Do Not Believe In Objects. I Believe Only In Their Relationships.

Limited Means Often Constitute The Charm And Force Of Primitive Painting. Extension, On The Contrary, Leads The Arts To Decadence.