The purpose of art is washing the dust of daily life off our souls.
Every child is an artist. The challenge is to remain an artist after you grow up.
Computers are useless. They can only give you answers.
All children are artists. The problem is how to remain an artist once he grows up.
Battle doesn't need a purpose; the battle is its own purpose.
I paint objects as I think them, not as I see them.
What do you think an artist is? An imbecile who has only eyes if he is a painter, or ears if he is a musician, or a lyre in every chamber of his heart if he is a poet? How could it be possible to feel no interest in other people, and with a cool indifference to detach yourself from the very life which they bring to you so abundantly? No, painting is not done to decorate apartments. It is an instrument of war.
Everything is a miracle. It is a miracle that one does not dissolve in one's bath like a lump of sugar.
It is your work in life that is the ultimate seduction.
Each second we live is a new and unique moment of the universe, a moment that will never be again. And what do we teach our children? We teach them that two and two make four, and that Paris is the capital of France. When will we also teach them what they are? We should say to each of them: Do you know what you are? You are a marvel. You are unique. In all the years that have passed, there has never been another child like you. Your legs, your arms, your clever fingers, the way you move. You may become a Shakespeare, a Michelangelo, a Beethoven. You have the capacity for anything. Yes, you are a marvel. And when you grow up, can you then harm another who is, like you, a marvel? You must work, we must all work, to make the world worthy of its children.