Impressionism Is The Newspaper Of The Soul.

A Distinction Is Made Between Artists Who Work Directly From Nature And Those Who Work Purely From Imagination. Neither If These Methods Should Be Preferred To The Exclusion Of The Other. Often Both Are Used In Turn By The Same Man.

My Choice Of Colors Does Not Rest On Any Scientific Theory; It Is Based On Observation, On Feeling, On The Experience Of My Sensibility. Inspired By Certain Pages Of Delacroix, An Artist Like Signac Is Preoccupied With Complementary Colors, And The Theoretical Knowledge Of Them Will Lead Him To Use A Certain Tone In A Certain Place. But I Simply Try To Put Down Colors Which Render My Sensation.

I Do Not Repudiate Any Of My Paintings But There Isn't One Of Them That I Would Not Redo Differently, If I Had It To Redo. My Destination Is Always The Same But I Work Out A Different Route To Get There.

Ever Since There Have Been Men, Man Has Given Himself Over To Too Little Joy. That Alone, My Brothers, Is Our Original Sin. I Should Believe Only In A God Who Understood How To Dance.

What Matters Most To Me? To Work With My Model Until I Have It Enough In Me To Be Able To Improvise, To Let My Hand Run Free.