Museums are just a lot of lies, and the people who make art their business are mostly imposters. We have infected the pictures in museums with all our stupidities, all our mistakes, all our poverty of spirit. We have turned them into petty and ridiculous things.

I who have been involved with all styles of painting can assure you that the only things that fluctuate are the waves of fashion which carry the snobs and speculators; the number of true connoisseurs remains more or less the same.

Every child is an artist. The problem is how to remain an artist once we grow up.

In the end there is only Matisse.

All children paint like geniuses. What do we do to them that so quickly dulls this ability?

There are chemists who spend their whole lives trying to find out what's in a lump of sugar. I want to know one thing. What is color?

I hate it when people pilfer my things.