I Shut My Eyes In Order To

Life Being What It Is, One Dreams Of Revenge.

A Nude By Degas Is Chaste. But His Women Wash In Tubs!

By The Combination Of Lines And Colors, Under The Pretext Of Some Motif Taken From Nature, I Create Symphonies And Harmonies That Represent Nothing Absolutely Real In The Ordinary Sense Of The Word But Are Intended To Give Rise To Thoughts As Music Does.

Sooner Or Later People Will Learn To Recognize Your Worth

Literary Poetry In A Painter Is Something Special, And Is Neither Illustration Nor The Translation Of Writing By Form.