One morning, one of us ran out of the black, it was the birth of Impressionism.

There are quite enough unpleasant things in life without the need to manufacture more.

Everybody has their reasons.

I have a predilection for painting that lends joyousness to a wall.

My concern has always been to paint nudes as if they were some splendid fruit.

An artist, under pain of oblivion, must have confidence in himself, and listen only to his real master: Nature.

One must from time to time attempt things that are beyond one's capacity.