I sometimes have a horrible fear of turning up a canvas of mine. I'm always afraid of finding a monster in place of the precious jewels I thought I had put there!

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

At fifty, that is in 1880, I formulated the idea of unity, without being able to render it. At sixty, I am beginning to see the possibility of rendering it.

I think when one has talent one finally breaks through; so don't pass up any opportunity to do some work.

Cover the canvas at the first go, then work at it until you see nothing more to add.

Don't be afraid in nature: one must be bold, at the risk of having been deceived and making mistakes.

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