What A Horrible Thing Yellow Is.

There Are Some Women Who Should Barely Be Spoken To; They Should Only Be Caressed.

It Is People's Movement That Consoles Us. If The Leaves Of A Tree Did Not Move, How Sad Would Be The Tree - And So Should We.

In Painting You Must Give The Idea Of The True By Means Of The False.

I Have Been, Or Seemed, Hard With Everyone Because I Was Carried Away By A Sort Of Brutality Born Of My Distrust In Myself And My Ill-humor. I Have Felt So Badly Equipped, So Soft, In Spite Of The Fact That My Attitude Towards Art Seemed To Me So Just. I Was Disgusted With Everyone, And Especially Myself.

There Is Too Much Talk And Gossip; Pictures Are Apparently Made, Like Stock-market Prices, By Competition Of People Eager For Profits... All This Traffic Sharpens Our Intelligence And Falsifies Our Judgment.