Now and then it’s good to pause in our pursuit of happiness and just be happy.
How slow life is, how violent hope is.
Joy came always after pain.
The domain of the imagination is reality.
When man resolved to imitate walking, he invented the wheel, which does not look like a leg. In doing this, he was practicing surrealism without knowing it.
I don’t want to work. I want to smoke.
Memories are hunting horns whose sound dies on the wind.
Artists are, above all, men who want to become inhuman.
Without poets, without artists, men would soon weary of nature’s monotony.
Color is the fruit of life.
When man wanted to make a machine that would walk he created the wheel, which does not resemble a leg.
The plastic virtues: purity, unity, and truth, keep nature in subjection.
Paint with whatever material you please – with pipes, postage stamps, postcards or playing cards, painted paper, or newspapers.
We cannot carry our father’s corpse with us everywhere we go.
I hate artists who are not of their time.
Geometry is to the plastic arts what grammar is to the art of the writer.
Matisse renovates rather than innovates.
Without artists, the order which we find in nature, and which is only an effect of art, would at once vanish.