In art one is concerned with the condition of the spirit for three quarters of the time; one must therefore care for oneself if he wishes to make something great and lasting.

Art is either a plagiarist or a revolutionist.

A critic in my house sees some paintings. Greatly perturbed, he asks for my drawings. My drawings? Never! They are my letters, my secrets.

I sit at my door, smoking a cigarette and sipping my absinthe, and I enjoy every day without a care in the world

Machines have come, art has fled, and I am far from thinking photography can help us.

Poor artist! You gave away part of your soul when you painted the picture which you are now trying to dispose of.

Sooner or later people will learn to recognize your worth