I'm Glad I Haven't Found My Style

A Picture Is A Thing Which Requires As Much Knavery, As Much Malice, And As Much Vice As The Perpetration Of A Crime. Make It Untrue And Add An Accent Of Truth.

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.

The Frame Is The Pimp Of Painting; It Enhances It, But It Must Never Shine At The Painting's Expense.

Art Critic! Is That A Profession? When I Think We Are Stupid Enough, We Painters, To Solicit Those People's Compliments And To Put Ourselves Into Their Hands! What Shame! Should We Even Accept That They Talk About Our Work?

One Reproduces Only That Which Is Striking; That Is To Say, The Necessary. Thus, One's Recollections And Inventions Are Liberated From The Tyranny Which Nature Exerts.