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

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.

The divine is everywhere, even in a grain of sand; there I represented it in the reeds.

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.

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

The pure, frank sentiments we hold in our hearts are the only truthful sources of art.