A painter who has the feel of breasts and buttocks is saved.

The modern architect is, generally speaking, art's greatest enemy.

In painting, as in the other arts, there's not a single process, no matter how insignificant, which can be reasonably made into a formula. You come to nature with your theories, and she knocks them all flat.

Why shouldn’t art be pretty? There are enough unpleasant things in the world.

What is to be done about these literary people, who will never understand that painting is a craft and that the material side comes first? The ideas come afterwards, when the picture is finished.

If the painter works directly from nature, he ultimately looks for nothing but momentary effects; he does not try to compose, and soon he gets monotonous.

A painter who has the feel of breasts and buttocks is saved.