The Louvre Is The Book In Which

Drawing And Color Are Not Separate At All; In So Far As You Paint, You Draw. The More Color Harmonizes, The More Exact The Drawing Becomes. When The Color Achieves Richness, The Form Attains Its Fullness Also

I Paint As If I Were Rothschild.

Under This Fine Rain I Breathe In The Innocence Of The World. I Feel Coloured By The Nuances Of Infinity. At This Moment I Am One With My Picture. We Are An Iridescent Chaos.

Michelangelo Is A Constructor, And Rafael An Artist Who, Great As He Is, Is Always Limited By The Model. When He Tries To Be Thoughtful He Falls Below The Niveau Of His Great Rival.

When I Judge Art, I Take My Painting And Put It Next To A God Made Object Like A Tree Or Flower. If It Clashes, It Is Not Art.