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

One must do the same subject over again ten times, a hundred times. In art nothing must resemble an accident, not even movement.

Nothing in art should seem accidental, not even movement

It is people's movement that consoles us. If the leaves of a tree did not move, how sad would be the tree - and so should we.

Once they witnessed one of his painting sold at auction for $100,000. And asked how you do it, he said, 'I feel as a horse must feel when the beautiful cup is given to the jockey.'

There are some women who should barely be spoken to; they should only be caressed.

It seems to me that today, if the artist wishes to be serious - to cut out a little original niche for himself, or at least preserve his own innocence of personality - he must once more sink himself in solitude. There is too much talk and gossip; pictures are apparently made, like stock-market prices, by competition of people eager for profit; in order to do anything at all we need (so to speak) the wit and ideas of our neighbors as much as the businessmen need the funds of others to win on the market. All this traffic sharpens our intelligence and falsifies our judgment.