"The conscience of an artist worthy of the name is like an incurable disease which causes him endless torment but occasionally fills him with silent joy..."

“The painter who loves his art is ruler in his own kingdom, even if he be in Lilliput and a Lilliputian himself. He transforms a kitchen maid in to a fairy, and a great lady into a brothel matron, if he wants to and sees them so, for he is a seer. His vision includes everything that is alive in the past.”

“Rouault, Georges." The Columbia Encyclopedia”

“The old masters are perfect and admirable examples, on condition that we remember that the spirit gives life and the letter kills, and that even the best pastiche is inferior to the harmonious stammering or incoherence of a child trying to speak.”

“The artist discards all theories, both his own and those of others. He forgets everything when he is in front of his canvas.”

“The richness of the world, all artificial pleasures, have the taste of sickness and give off a smell of death in the face of certain spiritual possessions.”

“Painting for me is merely a means of forgetting life. It is a cry in the night. A sob broken off. A strangled laugh.”