The Frame Is The Pimp Of Painting;

Even In Front Of Nature One Must Compose.

I Should Like To Be Famous And Unknown.

My Art, What Do You Want To Say About It? Do You Think You Can Explain The Merits Of A Picture To Those Who Do Not See Them? . . . I Can Find The Best And Clearest Words To Explain My Meaning, And I Have Spoken To The Most Intelligent People About Art, And They Have Not Understood; But Among People Who Understand, Words Are Not Necessary, You Say Humph, He, Ha And Everything Has Been Said.

The Artist Does Not Draw What He Sees, But What He Must Make Others See. Only When He No Longer Knows What He Is Doing Does The Painter Do Good Things. A Picture Is First Of All A Product Of The Imagination Of The Artist; It Must Never Be A Copy. If Then Two Or Three Natural Accents Can Be Added, Obviously No Harm Is Done. The Air We See In The Paintings Of The Old Masters Is Never The Air We Breathe.

One Reproduces Only That Which Is Striking; That Is To Say, The Necessary. Thus, One's Recollections And Inventions Are Liberated From The Tyranny Which Nature Exerts.