I find in working always the disturbing intrusion of elements not a part of my most interested vision, and the inevitable obliteration and replacement of this vision by the work itself as it proceeds.

My aim in painting has always been the most exact transcription possible of my most intimate impression of nature.

The question of the value of nationality in art is perhaps unsolvable.

I find linseed oil and white lead the most satisfactory mediums.

There will be, I think, an attempt to grasp again the surprise and accidents of nature and a more intimate and sympathetic study of its moods, together with a renewed wonder and humility on the part of such as are still capable of these basic reactions.

Great art is the outward expression of an inner life in the artist, and this inner life will result in his personal vision of the world.

In its most limited sense, modern, art would seem to concern itself only with the technical innovations of the period.