Computers Are Stupid.

People Are Always Asking Me To Sign My Old Canvases. It's Ridiculous!

It Is My Misfortune - And Probably My Delight - To Use Things As My Passions Tell Me. What A Miserable Fate For A Painter Who Adores Blondes To Have To Stop Himself Putting Them Into A Picture Because They Don't Go With The Basket Of Fruit! . . . I Put All The Things I Like Into My Pictures. The Things - So Much The Worse For Them. They Just Have To Put Up With It.

The Artist Spends The First Part Of His Life With The Dead, The Second With The Living, And The Third With Himself.

If I Knew What The Meaning Of Art Was, I Wouldn't Tell You.

Drawing Is A Kind Of Hypnotism: One Looks In Such A Way At The Model, That He Comes And Takes A Seat On The Paper.