But as I see it, the most corrupt art is the sentimental the art of orange blossoms which make pale women swoon.

I regard it as a waste of time to think only of selling: one forgets one's art and exaggerates one's value.

Don't be afraid of putting on color, refine the work little by little.

All the sorrow, all the bitterness, all the sadness, I forget them and ignore them in the joy of working.

It is only by drawing often, drawing everything, drawing incessantly, that one fine day you discover to your surprise that you have rendered something in its true character.

The subject should be observed more for shape and color than for drawing... precise drawing is dry and hampers the impression of the whole, it destroys all sensations.

But as I see it, the most corrupt art is the sentimental the art of orange blossoms which make pale women swoon.