Give Me A Museum And I'll Fill

And Fame, For A Painter Means Sales, Gains, Fortune, Riches. And Today, As You Know, I Am Celebrated. I Am Rich.

In The End There Is Only Matisse.

They Ought To Put Out The Eyes Of Painters As They Do Goldfinches In Order That They Can Sing Better.

When It Comes Right Down To It, All You Have Is Your Self. Your Self Is A Sun With A Thousand Rays.

I Put In My Pictures Everything I Like. So Much The Worse For The Things - They Have To Get Along With One Another.