You call me a misanthrope because I avoid society. You err; I love society. Yet in order not to hate people, I must avoid their company.

The eye and fantasy feel more attracted by nebulous distance than by that which is close and distinct in front of us.

The painter should paint not only what he has in front of him, but also what he sees inside himself. If he sees nothing within, then he should stop painting what is in front of him.

I am not so weak as to submit to the demands of the age when they go against my convictions. I spin a cocoon around myself; let others do the same. I shall leave it to time to show what will come of it: a brilliant butterfly or maggot.

A painting which does not take its inspiration from the heart is nothing more than futile juggling.

Close your bodily eye, that you may see your picture first with the eye of the spirit. Then bring to light what you have seen in the darkness, that its effect may work back, from without to within.

You call me a misanthrope because I avoid society. You err; I love society. Yet in order not to hate people, I must avoid their company.