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

Blessed are they who see beautiful things in humble places where other people see nothing.

It is absurd to look for perfection.

I remember that, although I was full of fervour, I didn't have the slightest inkling, even at forty, of the deeper side to the movement we were pursuing by instinct. It was in the air!

Cover the canvas at the first go, and then work on till you see nothing more to add ... Don't proceed according to rules and principles, but paint what you observe and feel. Paint generously and unhesitatingly, for it is best not to lose the first impression.

We are all the subjects of impressions, and some of use seek to convey the impressions to others. In the art of communicating impressions lies the power of generalizing without losing that logical connection of parts to the whole which satisfies the mind.

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