The human face is as strange to me as a countenance, which, the more one looks at it, the more it closes itself off and escapes by the steps of unknown stairways.

It is impossible to do a thing the way I see it because the closer I get the more differently I see.

Only reality interests me now and I know I could spend the rest of my life in copying a chair.

When I see a head from a great distance, it ceases to be a sphere and becomes an extreme confusion falling down into the abyss.

I've been fifty thousand times to the Louvre. I have copied everything in drawing, trying to understand.

The object of art is not to reproduce reality, but to create a reality of the same intensity.

If only someone else could paint what I see, it would be marvellous, because then I wouldnt have to paint at all.