The pain passes, but the beauty remains.

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.

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

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

Nothing costs so little, goes so far, and accomplishes so much as a single act of merciful service.

Shall I tell you what I think are the two qualities of a work of art? First, it must be indescribable, and second, it must be inimitable.

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