The Dance Instills In You Something That

I Frequently Lock Myself In My Studio. I Do Not Often See The People I Love, And In The End I Shall Suffer For It... Painting Is One's Private Life.

Daylight Is Too Easy. What I Want Is Difficult - The Atmosphere Of Lamps And Moonlight.

I Really Have A Lot Of Stuff In My Head; If Only There Were Insurance Companies For That As There Are For So Many Things.

What Use Is My Mind? Granted That It Enables Me To Hail A Bus And To Pay My Fare. But Once I Am Inside My Studio, What Use Is My Mind? I Have My Model, My Pencil, My Paints. My Mind Doesn't Interest Me.

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?