To my mind, a picture should be something pleasant, cheerful, and pretty, yes pretty! There are too many unpleasant things in life as it is without creating still more of them.

With a limited palette, the older painters could do just as well as today what they did was sounder.

I just keep painting till I feel like pinching. Then I know it's right.

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

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

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.

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