The only reward one should offer an artist is to buy his work.

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.

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.

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

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

Everybody has their reasons.

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