It is my misfortune - and probably my delight - to use things as my passions tell me. What a miserable fate for a painter who adores blondes to have to stop himself putting them into a picture because they don't go with the basket of fruit! . . . I put all the things I like into my pictures. The things - so much the worse for them. They just have to put up with it.

There is only one way to see things, until someone shows us how to look at them with different eyes

Art is never chaste. It ought to be forbidden to ignorant innocents, never allowed into contact with those not sufficiently prepared. Yes, art is dangerous. Where it is chaste, it is not art.

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.

It is personality with a penny's worth of talent. Error which chances to rise above the commonplace.

The artist must know the manner whereby to convince others of the truthfulness of his lies.

It means nothing to me. I have no opinion about it, and I don't care.