The value of art lies in its power to increase our moral force or establish its heightening influence.

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.

While I recognize the necessity for a basis of observed reality... true art lies in a reality that is felt.

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

My drawings inspire, and are not to be defined. They place us, as does music, in the ambiguous realm of the undetermined.

What distinguishes the artist from the dilettante? Only the pain the artist feels. The dilettante looks only for pleasure in art.