What A Horrible Thing Yellow Is.

Art Is Vice. One Does Not Wed It, One Rapes It.

I Have Been, Or Seemed, Hard With Everyone Because I Was Carried Away By A Sort Of Brutality Born Of My Distrust In Myself And My Ill-humor. I Have Felt So Badly Equipped, So Soft, In Spite Of The Fact That My Attitude Towards Art Seemed To Me So Just. I Was Disgusted With Everyone, And Especially Myself.

Be Sure To Give The Same Expression To A Person's Face That You Give To His Body.

One Does Not Marry Art. One Ravishes It.

Painting Is Easy When You Don't Know How, But Very Difficult When You Do.