I live in company with a body, a silent companion, exacting and eternal.

I believe it safe to say that all progress must lead, not to further progress, but finally to the negation of progress, a return to the point of departure.

A taste for simplicity cannot last for long.

The contour should come last, only a very experienced eye can place it rightly.

If one considered life as a simple loan, one would perhaps be less exacting. We possess actually nothing; everything goes through us.

Glory to that Homer of painting, to that father of warmth and enthusiasm... he really paints men.

All painting worth its name, unless one is talking about black and white, must include the idea of color as one of its necessary supports, in the same way that it includes chiaroscuro, proportion, and perspective.