All I can do will only ever be a faint image of what I see and my success will always be less than my failure or perhaps equal to the failure.

The head is what matters. The rest of the body plays the part of antennae making life possible for people and life itself is inside the skull.

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

I don't know if I work in order to do something, or in order to know why I can't do what I want to do.

When you look at art made by other people, you see what you need to see in it.

That's the terrible thing: the more one works on a picture, the more impossible it becomes to finish it.

The more I work, the more I see things differently, that is, everything gains in grandeur every day, becomes more and more unknown, more and more beautiful. The closer I come, the grander it is, the more remote it is.