What I am looking for is not happiness. I work solely because it is impossible for me to do anything else.

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

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

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.

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

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.

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