I Imitate Everyone Except Myself.

I Never Calculate. That Is Why Those Who Do, Calculate So Much Less Accurately Than I.

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.

There Are Chemists Who Spend Their Whole Lives Trying To Find Out What's In A Lump Of Sugar. I Want To Know One Thing. What Is Color?

But When I Am Alone, I Do Not Have The Effrontery To Consider Myself An Artist At All, Not In The Grand Old Meaning Of The Word: Giotto, Titian, Rembrandt, Goya Were Great Painters. I Am Only A Public Clown-a Mountebank. I Have Understood My Time And Have Exploited The Imbecility, The Vanity, The Greed Of My Contemporaries. It Is A Bitter Confession, This Confession Of Mine, More Painful Than It May Seem. But At Least And At Last It Does Have The Merit Of Being Honest.

One Never Knows What One Is Going To Do. One Starts A Painting And Then It Becomes Something Quite Different.