A picture is a thing which requires as much knavery, as much malice, and as much vice as the perpetration of a crime. Make it untrue and add an accent of truth.

Daylight is too easy. What I want is difficult - the atmosphere of lamps and moonlight.

Art critic! Is that a profession? When I think we are stupid enough, we painters, to solicit those people's compliments and to put ourselves into their hands! What shame! Should we even accept that they talk about our work?

There is love, and there is work; and we have only one heart.

Art is vice. You don't marry it legitimately, you rape it.

We were created to look at one another, weren't we?

Nothing in art should seem accidental, not even movement