Blessed are they who see beautiful things in humble places where other people see nothing.

God takes care of imbeciles, little children and artists.

I remember that, although I was full of fervour, I didn't have the slightest inkling, even at forty, of the deeper side to the movement we were pursuing by instinct. It was in the air!

Observe that it is a great error to believe that all mediums of art are not closely tied to their time.

I regard it as a waste of time to think only of selling: one forgets one's art and exaggerates one's value.

I began to understand my sensations, to know what I wanted, at around the age of forty - but only vaguely.