Tell me, do you think I'm going mad? I sometimes wonder, you know.
When the color achieves richness, the form attains its fullness also.
Monet is only an eye, but my God, what an eye!
I paint as if I were Rothschild.
The artist must scorn all judgment that is not based on an intelligent observation of character. He must beware of the literary spirit which so often causes a painting to deviate from its true path - the concrete study of nature - to lose itself all too long in intangible speculations.
It's so fine and yet so terrible to stand in front of a blank canvas.