Shadow is a colour as light is, but less brilliant.

Time and reflection change the sight little by little 'til we come to understand.

My age and health will never allow me to realize the dream of art I’ve been pursuing all my life.

Here, on the river’s verge, I could be busy for months without changing my place, simply leaning a little more to right or left.

Tell me, do you think I’m going mad? I sometimes wonder, you know.

Genius is the ability to renew one’s emotions in daily experience.

When a picture isn’t realized, you pitch it in the fire and start another one!

It’s so fine and yet so terrible to stand in front of a blank canvas.

One can do good things without being very much of a harmonist or a colourist. It is sufficient to have a sense of art – and this sense is doubtless the horror of the bourgeois.

Keep good company – that is, go to the Louvre.