My curves are not crazy.

The splitting up of color [as Impressionists did] brought the splitting up of form and contour . . . Everything is reduced to a mere sensation of the retina, but one which destroys all tranquility of surface and contour. Objects are differentiated only by the luminosity that is given them.

Art is an escape from reality.

Drawing is like making an expressive gesture with the advantage of permanence.

A young woman has young claws, well sharpened. If she has character, that is. And if she hasn't so much the worse for you.

Purer colors... have in themselves, independently of the objects they serve to express, a significant action on the feelings of those who look at them.

I do not literally paint that table, but the emotion it produces upon me.