I live in company with a body, a silent companion, exacting and eternal.

The true wisdom of the philosopher ought to insist in enjoying everything. Yet we apply ourselves to dissecting and destroying everything that is good in itself, that has virtue, albeit the virtue there is in mere illusions. Nature gives us this life like a toy to a weak child. We want to see how it all works; we break everything. There remains in our hands, and before our eyes, stupid and opened too late, the sterile wreckage, fragments that will not again make a whole. The good is so simple.

Nourish yourself with grand and austere ideas of beauty that feed the soul Seek solitude.

All painting worth its name, unless one is talking about black and white, must include the idea of color as one of its necessary supports, in the same way that it includes chiaroscuro, proportion, and perspective.

The first virtue of a painting is to be a feast for the eyes.

The contour should come last, only a very experienced eye can place it rightly.

I believe it safe to say that all progress must lead, not to further progress, but finally to the negation of progress, a return to the point of departure.