I Advance All Of My

Talks On Art Are Almost Useless. The Work Which Goes To Bring Progress In One's Own Subject Is Sufficient Compensation For The Incomprehension Of Imbeciles.

I Am Progressing Very Slowly, For Nature Reveals Herself To Me In Very Complex Forms; And The Progress Needed Is Incessant.

I Paint As If I Were Rothschild.

One Does Not Substitute Oneself For The Past, One Merely Adds To It A New Link.

Studying The Model And Realizing It Is Sometimes Very Slow In Coming For The Artist.