If you paint the leaf on a tree without using a model, your imagination will only supply you with a few leaves; but Nature offers you millions, all on the same tree. No two leaves are exactly the same. The artist who paints only what is in his mind must very soon repeat himself.

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

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

There are some things in painting which cannot be explained, and that something is essential.

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

And if out of a million visitors there is even one to whom art means something, that is enough to justify museums.

If you paint the leaf on a tree without using a model, your imagination will only supply you with a few leaves; but Nature offers you millions, all on the same tree. No two leaves are exactly the same. The artist who paints only what is in his mind must very soon repeat himself.