Art Is Really A Battle.

I'll Buy A Bottle For Anyone Who Can Tell Me What Makes A Picture Beautiful!

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.

A Painting Requires A Little Mystery, Some Vagueness, And Some Fantasy. When You Always Make Your Meaning Perfectly Plain You End Up Boring People.

My Art, What Do You Want To Say About It? Do You Think You Can Explain The Merits Of A Picture To Those Who Do Not See Them? . . . I Can Find The Best And Clearest Words To Explain My Meaning, And I Have Spoken To The Most Intelligent People About Art, And They Have Not Understood; But Among People Who Understand, Words Are Not Necessary, You Say Humph, He, Ha And Everything Has Been Said.

There Is Too Much Talk And Gossip; Pictures Are Apparently Made, Like Stock-market Prices, By Competition Of People Eager For Profits... All This Traffic Sharpens Our Intelligence And Falsifies Our Judgment.