One's state of mind is three-quarters of what counts, so it has to be carefully nurtured if you want to do something great and lasting.

Beautiful colors exist, though we do not realize it, and are glimpsed behind the veil that modesty has drawn over them.

Art is either revolution or plagiarism

Civilization is paralysis.

Painting is the most beautiful of all arts. In it, all sensations are condensed, at its aspect everyone may create romance at the will of his imagination, and at a glance have his soul invaded by the most profound memories, no efforts of memory, everything summed up in one moment. Complete art which sums up all the others and completes them.

In art, all who have done something other than their predecessors have merited the epithet of revolutionary; and it is they alone who are masters.

In art, there are only two types of people: revolutionaries and plagiarists. And in the end, doesn't the revolutionary's work become official, once the State takes it over?