Painting demands an intelligent model.

Conscience is a man's compass.

It is the language of nature to which one has to listen.

The laws of the colors are unutterably beautiful, just because they are not accidental.

Often whole days pass without my speaking to anyone, except to ask for diner or coffee. And it has been like that form the beginning.

I felt my energy return and that I said to myself, in any event I'll recover from it, I'll pick up my pencil that I put down in my great discouragement and I'll get back to drawing, and from then on, it seems to me, everything has changed for me.

Ah! My dear friend painting is to us what the music of Berlioz and Wagner was before us - a consolatory art for sore hearts! And yet there are only a few like you and me who feel it!!!