Your Pictures Would Have Been

It Seems To Me That Today If The Artist Wishes To Be Serious... He Must Once More Sink Himself In Solitude.

Taste! It Doesn't Exist. An Artist Makes Beautiful Things Without Being Aware Of It.

The Artist Does Not Draw What He Sees, But What He Must Make Others See. Only When He No Longer Knows What He Is Doing Does The Painter Do Good Things. A Picture Is First Of All A Product Of The Imagination Of The Artist; It Must Never Be A Copy. If Then Two Or Three Natural Accents Can Be Added, Obviously No Harm Is Done. The Air We See In The Paintings Of The Old Masters Is Never The Air We Breathe.

These Women Of Mine Are Decent, Simple Human Beings Who Have No Other Concern Than That Of Their Physical Condition... It Is As Though One Were Watching Through A Keyhole.

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