And even this heart of mine has something artificial. The dancers have sewn it into a bag of pink satin, pink satin slightly faded, like their dancing shoes.

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.

I'm glad I haven't found my style yet. I'd be bored to death.

What is certain is that setting a piece of nature in place and drawing it are two very different things.

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.

The fascinating thing, is not to show the source of light, but the effect of light.

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