For me, painting is a way to forget life. It is a cry in the night, a strangled laugh. — Georges Rouault Copy Share Image
Nothing is old, nothing is new, save the light of grace underneath which beats a human heart. The way of feeling, of understanding, of loving; the way of seeing the country, the faces that your father saw, that your mother… — Georges Rouault Copy Share Image
A tree against the sky possesses the same interest, the same character, the same expression as the figure of a human. — Georges Rouault Copy Share Image
In these gaudy times, we think we will shortly reach the point where everything is known, but the fact is we are ignoring the… — Georges Rouault Copy Share Image
I am a believer and a conformist. Anyone can revolt; it is much more difficult to obey our inner promptings. — Georges Rouault Copy Share Image
For me, painting is a way to forget life. It is a cry in the night, a strangled laugh. — Georges Rouault Copy Share Image
The artist discards all theories, both his own and those of others. He forgets everything when he is in front of his canvas. — Georges Rouault Copy Share Image
The conscience of an artist worthy of the name is like an incurable disease which causes him endless torment but occasionally fills him with… — Georges Rouault Copy Share Image
The richness of the world, all artificial pleasures, have the taste of sickness and give off a smell of death in the face of… — Georges Rouault Copy Share Image
Nothing is old, nothing is new, save the light of grace underneath which beats a human heart. The way of feeling, of understanding, of… — Georges Rouault Copy Share Image
Like the ostrich, head under wingWhen the roaring storm breaks,So many people take refugeUnder the soft pillowOf specious arguments. — Georges Rouault Copy Share Image
