I couldn't portray a woman in all her natural loveliness... I haven't the skill. No one has. I must, therefore, create a new sort of beauty.

With age, art and life become one.

Truth exists, only falsehood has to be invented.

Progress in art does not consist in reducing limitations, but in knowing them better.

We will never have repose. The present is perpetual.

Out of limitations, new forms emerge

When one reaches this state of harmony between things and one's self, one reaches a state of perfect freedom and peace-which makes everything possible and right. Life becomes perpetual revelation.