A Work Of Art Which Did Not

The Louvre Is The Book In Which We Learn To Read.

In Order To Make Progress, There Is Only Nature, And The Eye Is Turned Through Contact With Her.

Chatter About Art Is Almost Always Useless.

I Allow No One To Touch Me.

One Is Neither Too Scrupulous Nor Too Sincere Nor Too Submissive To Nature; But One Is More Or Less Master Of One's Model, And, Above All, Of The Means Of Expression.