What am I? Nothing. What would I be? Everything.
When I die my death will be caused by indignation at the stupidity of human nature.
Life, that is Paris! Paris, that is life!
Art ... is as much a source of happiness for the beginner as for the master. One forgets everything in one's work.
To a woman who knows her own mind men can only be a minor consideration.
Soul is as necessary in a painting as body.