The Stronger And More Intense

I Do Not Weep: I Loathe Tears, For They Are A Sign Of Slavery.

Painting Constantly Appeared To Me As The One And Only Possible Achievement.

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.

Painting Is A Very Difficult Thing. It Absorbs The Whole Man, Body And Soul, Thus Have I Passed Blindly Many Things Which Belong To Real And Political Life.

What Matters Is Real Love For Things Of The World Outside Us And For The Deep Secrets Within Us.