There are two indices of genuine art: it is inimitable and it is ineffable.

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

When I've painted a woman's bottom so that I want to touch it, then [the painting] is finished.

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

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.

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

It's with my brush that I make love.