These women of mine are decent, simple human beings who have no other concern than that of their physical condition... it is as though one were watching through a keyhole.

Everyone has talent at twenty-five. The difficulty is to have it at fifty.

If I could have had my own way, I would have confined myself to black and white.

One does not marry art. One ravishes it.

C'est vrai. Voilá quelqu'un qui sent comme moi. (It is true. There is someone who feels as I do).

You must aim high, not in what you are going to do at some future date, but in what you are going to make yourself do to-day. Otherwise, working is just a waste of time.

Make people's portraits in familiar and typical attitudes.