When one reaches this state of harmony between things and one's self, one reaches a state of perfect freedom and peace-which makes everything possible and right. Life becomes perpetual revelation.

Emotion should not be rendered by an excited trembling; it can neither be added on nor be imitated. It is the seed, the work is the flower.

Nature is a mere pretext for a decorative composition, plus sentiment. It suggests emotion, and I translate that emotion into art.

I do not believe in things. I believe in relationships.

Writing is not describing, painting is not depicting. Verisimilitude is merely an illusion.

We will never have repose. The present is perpetual.

Painting is a nail to which I fasten my ideas.