A Nude By Degas Is Chaste. But

Happiness And Work Rose Up Together With The Sun, Radiant Like It.

No One Wants My Painting Because It Is Different From Other People's Peculiar, Crazy Public That Demands The Greatest Possible Degree Of Originality On The Painter's Part And Yet Won't Accept Him Unless His Work Resembles That Of The Others!

I Made A Promise To Keep A Watch Over Myself, To Remain Master Of Myself, So That I Might Become A Sure Observer.

Many People Say That I Don't Know How To Draw Because I Don't Draw Particular Forms. When Will They Understand That Execution, Drawing And Color (in Other Words, Style) Must Be In Harmony With The Poem?

I Have Come To An Unalterable Decision - To Go And Live Forever In Polynesia. Then I Can End My Days In Peace And Freedom, Without Thoughts Of Tomorrow And This Eternal Struggle Against Idiots.