The painter must enclose himself within his work; he must respond not with words, but with paintings.

The landscape becomes human, becomes a thinking, living being within me. I become one with my picture...we merge in an iridescent chaos.

Knowledge of the means to express our emotion is essential- and is acquired only after a very long experience.

The artist must scorn all judgment that is not based on an intelligent observation of character. He must beware of the literary spirit which so often causes a painting to deviate from its true path - the concrete study of nature - to lose itself all too long in intangible speculations.

You have to hurry up if you want to see something, everything disappears.

One does not substitute oneself for the past, one merely adds to it a new link.

An art which isn't based on feeling isn't an art at all.