Nothing so resembles a daub as a masterpiece.
Machines have come, art has fled, and I am far from thinking photography can help us.
Art is either a plagiarist or a revolutionist.
I sit at my door, smoking a cigarette and sipping my absinthe, and I enjoy every day without a care in the world
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.
Nature has mysterious infinities and imaginative power. It is always varying the productions it offers to us. The artist himself is one of nature's means.