It is not I that am drawing, it is this thing at the end of my hand.
The landscapist lives in silence.
The more humanity owes the poor man, the more society denies him.
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!"
The happiest is he who suffers the least pain; the most miserable, he who enjoys the least pleasure.
I cannot now change my style, which I acquired, as you can imagine, by dint of labour.