[Photography is] in some ways false just because it is so exact.
Talent does whatever it wants to do. Genius does only what it can.
Draughtsmen may be made, but colourists are born.
What moves those of genius, what inspires their work is not new ideas, but their obsession with the idea that what has already been said is still not enough.
Glory to that Homer of painting, to that father of warmth and enthusiasm... he really paints men.
I am carrying out my plan, so long formulated, of keeping a journal. What I most keenly wish is not to forget that I am writing for myself alone. Thus I shall always tell the truth, I hope, and thus I shall improve myself. These pages will reproach me for my changes of mind.