When I judge art, I take my painting and put it next to a God made object like a tree or flower. If it clashes, it is not art.

People think how a sugar basin has no physiognomy, no soul. But it changes every day.

Two sittings a day of my models and I'm totally exhausted.

I ask you to pray for me, for once age has overtaken us, we find consolation only in religion.

If I were called upon to define briefly the word Art, I should call it the reproduction of what the senses preceive in nature, seen through the veil of the soul.

You have no idea how life-giving it is to find around one a youth that agrees not to bury one on the spot.

See nature in terms of the cone, the cylinder, and the sphere.