I shut my eyes in order to see.

Art requires philosophy, just as philosophy requires art. Otherwise, what would become of beauty?

Art is either revolution or plagiarism

Color which, like music, is a matter of vibrations, reaches what is most general and therefore most indefinable in nature: its inner power.

All the joys—animal and human—of a free life are mine. I have escaped everything that is artificial, conventional, customary. I am entering into the truth, into nature.

The self-esteem one acquires and a well-earned feeling of one's strength are the only consolation in this world. Income, after all, most brutes have that.

Is there a recipe for making beauty? The schools give recipes, but they do not beget works that make people exclaim: " How beautiful that is!

...solitude is not to be recommended to everyone, for you have to be strong in order to bear it and act alone.

I shut my eyes in order to see.

Art is either plagiarism or revolution.