I lack the magnificent richness of color that animates nature.
Two sittings a day of my models and I'm totally exhausted.
If I think, everything is lost.
I must be more sensible and realize that at my age, illusions are hardly permitted and they will always destroy me.
When the color achieves richness, the form attains its fullness also.
A thousand painters ought to be killed yearly. Say what you like: I'm every inch a painter.