Doubtless there are things in nature which have not yet been seen. If an artist discovers them, he opens the way for his successors.
My nervous system is enfeebled, only work in oils can sustain me.
There is a logic of colors, and it is with this alone, and not with the logic of the brain, that the painter should conform.
You have to hurry up if you want to see something, everything disappears.
Tell me, do you think I'm going mad? I sometimes wonder, you know.
Time and reflection change the sight little by little 'till we come to understand.