If only the picture could grow old, and I stay young. For that...for that, I would give my SOUL for that.

Most people are boring and stupid.

The job of the critic is to report to us his moods.

The studio was filled with the rich odour of roses, and when the light summer wind stirred amidst the trees of the garden, there came through the open door the heavy scent of the lilac, or the more delicate perfume of the pink-flowering thorn.

Our ambition should be to rule ourselves, the true kingdom for each one of us; and true progress is to know more, and be more, and to do more.

Absolute catholicity of taste is not without its dangers. It is only an auctioneer who should admire all schools of art.

Man is made for something better than disturbing dirt.