What is one to think of those fools who tell one that the artist is always subordinate to nature? Art is a harmony parallel with nature.

Is art really the priesthood that demands the pure in heart who belong to it wholly?

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.

Pure drawing is an abstraction. Drawing and colour are not distinct, everything in nature is coloured.

The landscape thinks itself in me and I am its consciousness.

It took me 40 years to find out that painting is not sculpture.

A thousand painters ought to be killed yearly. Say what you like: I'm every inch a painter.