I Do Not Photograph Nature. I Photograph

When I Saw I Was Under Attack From All Sides, I Knew I Was On The Right Track.

I Paint When I Cannot Photograph.

The Complicated Engines Manufactured By Men Demand, If One Really Wants To Use Them, Much Calm. Ever Since Our Love For Machines Replaced The Love We Used To Have For Our Fellow Man, Catastrophes Proceed To Increase.

There Is No Progress In Art, Any More Than There Is Progress In Making Love.

The Streets Are Full Of Admirable Craftsmen, But So Few Practical Dreamers.