The fundamental grey which differentiates the masters, expresses them and is the soul of all colour.

I have a feeling only for shadows

True art lies in a reality that is felt.

I have often, as an exercise and as a sustenance, painted before an object down to the smallest accidents of its visual appearance; but the day left me sad and with an unsatiated thirst. The next day I let the other source run, that of imagination, through the recollection of the forms and I was then reassured and appeased.

The painter is not an intellectual if, when he has painted a nude woman, he gives us the idea that she is just about to put her clothes back on.

One must respect black. Nothing prostitutes it.

It is precisely from the regret left by the imperfect work that the next one can be born.