The Moods Of Sadness That Come Over

I Frequently Lock Myself In My Studio. I Do Not Often See The People I Love, And In The End I Shall Suffer For It... Painting Is One's Private Life.

Women Can Never Forgive Me; They Hate Me, They Feel That I Am Disarming Them. I Show Them Without Their Coquetry.

A Painting Is Above All A Product Of The Artist's Imagination, It Must Never Be A Copy. If, At A Later Stage, He Wants To Add Two Or Three Touches From Nature, Of Course It Doesn't Spoil Anything.

What Use Is My Mind? Granted That It Enables Me To Hail A Bus And To Pay My Fare. But Once I Am Inside My Studio, What Use Is My Mind? I Have My Model, My Pencil, My Paints. My Mind Doesn't Interest Me.

Everyone Has Talent At Twenty-five. The Difficulty Is To Have It At Fifty.