Everyone discusses my art and pretends to understand, as if it were necessary to understand, when it is simply necessary to love.

No one is an artist unless he carries his picture in his head before painting it, and is sure of his method and composition.

My only desire is an intimate infusion with nature, and the only fate I wish is to have worked and lived in harmony with her laws.

Lots of people will protest that it's quite unreal and that I'm out of my mind, but that's just too bad

The real subject of every painting is light.

My life has been nothing but a failure.

It is only too easy to catch people's attention by doing something worse than anyone else has dared to do it before.