Boredom soon overcomes me when I am contemplating nature.
Art is vice. One does not wed it, one rapes it.
People call me the painter of dancing girls. It has never occurred to them that my chief interest in dancers lies in rendering movement and painting pretty clothes.
If I could have had my own way, I would have confined myself to black and white.
In painting you must give the idea of the true by means of the false.
One must do the same subject over again ten times, a hundred times. In art nothing must resemble an accident, not even movement.