One Does Not Marry Art. One Ravishes

The Museums Are Here To Teach The History Of Art And Something More As Well, For, If They Stimulate In The Weak A Desire To Imitate, They Furnish The Strong With The Means Of Their Emancipation.

Realism Is More Important Than The Sentiment Of The Picture.

A Picture Is A Thing Which Requires As Much Knavery, As Much Malice, And As Much Vice As The Perpetration Of A Crime. Make It Untrue And Add An Accent Of Truth.

I Felt So Insufficiently Equipped, So Unprepared, So Weak, And At The Same Time It Seemed To Me That My Reflections On Art Were Correct. I Quarreled With All The World And With Myself.

It Seems To Me That Today, If The Artist Wishes To Be Serious - To Cut Out A Little Original Niche For Himself, Or At Least Preserve His Own Innocence Of Personality - He Must Once More Sink Himself In Solitude. There Is Too Much Talk And Gossip; Pictures Are Apparently Made, Like Stock-market Prices, By Competition Of People Eager For Profit; In Order To Do Anything At All We Need (so To Speak) The Wit And Ideas Of Our Neighbors As Much As The Businessmen Need The Funds Of Others To Win On The Market. All This Traffic Sharpens Our Intelligence And Falsifies Our Judgment.