To Arrive Is To Be In Prison.

I Cannot Copy Nature In A Servile Way; I Am Forced To Interpret Nature And Submit It To The Spirit Of The Picture. From The Relationship I Have Found In All The Tones There Must Result A Living Harmony Of Colors, A Harmony Analogous To That Of A Musical Composition.

I Don't Paint Women, I Paint Pictures. . . What I Am After Above All Is Expression. If In A Portrait I Put Eyes, A Nose, A Mouth, There Isn't Much Use; On The Contrary It Paralyses The Imagination Of The Spectator, And Obliges Us To See The Person In A Certain Way.

Composition, The Aim Of Which Is Expression, Alters Itself According To The Surface To Be Covered. If I Take A Sheet Of Paper Of Given Dimensions, I Will Jot Down A Drawing Which Will Have A Necessary Relation To Its Format.

Simple Colours Can Affect The Intimate Feelings With All The More Force Because They Are Simple.

Instinct Must Be Thwarted Just As One Prunes The Branches Of A Tree So That It Will Grow Better.