Instantaneity is photography.

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.

Make a drawing. Start it all over again, trace it. Start it and trace it again.

He once said that he wished to be famous, but unknown.

You have to have a high conception, not of what you are doing, but of what you may do one day: without that, there's no point in working.

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

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