Long live the sun which gives us such beautiful color.

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

If I were called upon to define briefly the word Art, I should call it the reproduction of what the senses preceive in nature, seen through the veil of the soul.

Everything is about to disappear. You've got to hurry up if you still want to see things.

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

Art first of all is optical. That's where the material of our art is: in what our eyes think.

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