An artist never really finishes his work, he merely abandons it.

Where the spirit does not work with the hand, there is no art.

No work of art is ever completed, it is only abandoned.

The great artist is the simplifier.

Art is the expression of the profoundest thoughts in the simplest way.

Fine art is that in which the hand, the head and the heart go together.

...that horrible moment of suspense when the artist shows one of his creations to strange eyes for the first time.

Until I saw Chardin's paintings, I never realized how much beauty lay around me in my parents' house, in the half-cleared table, in the corner of a tablecloth left awry, in the knife beside the empty oyster shell.

The little dissatisfaction which every artist feels at the completion of a work forms the germ of a new work.

Art is a jealous mistress ...