I've never let one day go by without painting, or at least without drawing.

I had wrung impressionism dry and I finally came to the conclusion that I know neither how to paint nor how to draw.

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

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.

There isn't a single person or landscape or subject which doesn't possess some interest, although it may not be immediately apparent. When a painter discovers this hidden treasure, other people are immediately struck by its beauty.

The pain passes, but the beauty remains.

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