The urge to destroy is also a creative urge.

No, painting is not interior decoration. It is an instrument of war for attack and defense against the enemy.

I don't work from nature, I work like nature.

A plagiarist steals from one person. A true artist steals from everybody.

I would like to manage to prevent people from ever seeing how a picture of mine has been done. What can it possibly matter? What I want is that the only thing emanating from my pictures should be emotion.

But when I am alone, I do not have the effrontery to consider myself an artist at all, not in the grand old meaning of the word: Giotto, Titian, Rembrandt, Goya were great painters. I am only a public clown-a mountebank. I have understood my time and have exploited the imbecility, the vanity, the greed of my contemporaries. It is a bitter confession, this confession of mine, more painful than it may seem. But at least and at last it does have the merit of being honest.

Drawing is a kind of hypnotism: one looks in such a way at the model, that he comes and takes a seat on the paper.