Boredom soon overcomes me when I am contemplating nature.

The artist does not draw what he sees, but what he has to make others see.

I should like to be famous and unknown.

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.

It is all very well to copy what one sees, but it is far better to draw what one now only sees in one's memory. That is a transformation in which imagination collaborates with memory.

Only when he no longer knows what he is doing does the painter do good things.

I'll buy a bottle for anyone who can tell me what makes a picture beautiful!