Art Is A Wound Turned Into Light.

Reality Only Reveals Itself When It Is Illuminated By A Ray Of Poetry.

In Art, Progress Lies Not In An Extension, But In A Knowledge Of Limitations.

I Couldn't Portray A Woman In All Her Natural Loveliness... I Haven't The Skill. No One Has. I Must, Therefore, Create A New Sort Of Beauty.

Truth Exists; Only Lies Are Invented.

Nature Is A Mere Pretext For A Decorative Composition, Plus Sentiment. It Suggests Emotion, And I Translate That Emotion Into Art.