When I go out into the countryside and see the sun and the green and everything flowering, I say to myself "Yes indeed, all that belongs to me!"

Nature's instructions are always slow; those of men are generally premature.

It is often said that my heart is too open for my own good.

Nothing makes me so happy as to observe nature and to paint what I see.

Little privations are easily endured when the heart is better treated than the body.

The landscapist lives in silence.

Hatred as well as love, renders its votaries credulous.