Right from the beginning, I always strived to capture everything I saw as completely as possible.

Commonplaces never become tiresome. It is we who become tired when we cease to be curious and appreciative.

I know of no painless process for giving birth to a picture idea. When I must produce, I retire to a quiet room with a supply of cheap paper and sharp pencils; my brain knows it's going to take a beating.

I'm not going to be caught around here for any fool celebration. To hell with birthdays!

The view of life I communicate in my pictures excludes the sordid and ugly. I paint life as I would like it to be.

How will I be remembered? As a technician or artist? As a humorist or a visionary?

My best efforts were some modern things that looked like very lousy Matisses. Thank God I had the sense to realize they were lousy, and leave Paris.