My first concern was to take care of my drawing. I did not have any knowledge in arts, especially Haitian arts, apart from the paintings I saw in my father's office.

I worked three and then six hours a day in my studio with strict discipline and emotion. I obtained awards usually granted to other foreigners during the end-of-year admission tests.

At that time, the academic orientation was rather technical contrary to that of the university, where art theory is very important. The teachers were renowned artists and among the best of that time.

I paint according to the moment and the theme. I don't have any prejudice. Life concerns me.

People are predominant in my paintings. Although they are not obvious, you can feel their presence.

Without a good cultural policy, without adequate help, we will always have individualists, shooting stars who are rapidly forgotten or who stop painting for a more profitable occupation.

The colors and creativity of our painters attracted me, but I remember that I was shocked by the lack of proportion.

Dream of me, " he said.Dream of you? I'm doing that while I'm awake.

A wicked man in prayer may lift up his hands but he cannot lift up his face.

If someone else is supposed to be in your life, they will be in your life - you can't stop them from coming if its the will of eternity.

You have to wait for your mind to catch up with whatever it is it’s working on; then you can write a novel.

Only three men in the Confederate army knew what I was doing or intended to do; they were Lee and Stuart and myself.

Democracy will break under the strain of apron strings. It can exist only on trust.

I have a very large forehead. I have a pronounced skull. Maybe producers think that there is a lot going on up in there.

You have to make shots. That's the bottom line.

If there were no valleys of sadness and death, we could never really appreciate the sunshine of happiness on the mountain top.

In a heavy oppressive atmosphere, when the spirits sink too low, the best cordial is to read over all the letters of one's friends.