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

I have tried to present my sensations in what is the most congenial and impressive form possible to me.

There is a sort of elation about sunlight on the upper part of a house.

If I had the energy, I would have done it all over the county.

After all, we are not French and never can be, and any attempt to be so is to deny our inheritance and to try to impose upon ourselves a character that can be nothing but a veneer upon the surface.

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.