I have always tried to hide my efforts and wished my works to have a light joyousness of springtime which never lets anyone suspect the labors it has cost me.
What I dream of is an art of balance.
My curves are not crazy.
Impressionism is the newspaper of the soul.
Seek for the boldest color possible, content is irrelevant.
...for whether we want to or not, we belong to our time and we share in its opinions, its feelings, even its delusions.