I look at a nude. There are myriads of tiny tints. I must find the ones that will make the flesh on my canvas live and quiver.
The only reward one should offer an artist is to buy his work.
We are in a period of searchers rather than of creators.
It is after you have lost your teeth that you can afford to buy steaks.
Nothing costs so little, goes so far, and accomplishes so much as a single act of merciful service.
A painter who has the feel of breasts and buttocks is saved.