One Reproduces Only That Which Is Striking;

Truth Is Never Ugly When One Can Find In It What One Needs.

It Seems To Me That Today If The Artist Wishes To Be Serious... He Must Once More Sink Himself In Solitude.

Muses Work All Day Long And Then At Night Get Together And Dance.

There Is Too Much Talk And Gossip; Pictures Are Apparently Made, Like Stock-market Prices, By Competition Of People Eager For Profits... All This Traffic Sharpens Our Intelligence And Falsifies Our Judgment.

The Frame Is The Reward Of The Artist.