"Love is when the desire to be desired takes you so badly, that you feel you could die of it! Eh? What? Isn't that so, my dear chap?"

“I am quite incapable of doing them , even the shadow. My trees look like spinach and my sea like heaven knows what.. .. the devil to paint, precisely because it is so beautiful.”

“Lautrec was still satisfying his rather classical art-teacher Cormon in Paris. The unreal conventions of Cormon imposed and discouraged him, according to Henri Perruchot”

“I have always been a pencil.”

“I have tried to draw realistically and not ideally.. .It may be a defect, for I have no mercy on warts, and I like adorning them with wanton hairs, rounding them off and giving them a bright surface.. . - A painter in embryo.. ..- Write me a line soon. I am feverish with anxiety.”

“Website dedicated to Lautrec.”

“I'm very much alone all day, I read a litle but, in the long run, it gives me a headache. I draw and paint as much as I can, indeed till my hand grows tired, and when night begins to fall I hope Jeanne d'Armagnac will come to my bedside. She does sometimes, and cheers me up and plays with me, and I listen to her talk, without daring to look at her. She is so tall and so beautiful! And I am neither tall nor beautiful.”