Long live the sun which gives us such beautiful color.

Is it the factitious and the conventional that most surely succeed on earth and in the course of life?

I could paint for a hundred years, a thousand years without stopping and I would still feel as though I knew nothing.

When I start thinking, all is lost.

I have not tried to reproduce nature; I have represented it.

The Louvre is the book in which we learn to read. We must not, however, be satisfied with retaining the beautiful formulas of our illustrious predecessors. Let us go forth to study beautiful nature, let us try to free our mids from them, let us strive to express ourselves according to our personal temperaments. Time and reflection, moreover, little by little modify our vision, and at last comprehension comes to us.

An art which isn't based on feeling isn't an art at all... feeling is the principle, the beginning and the end; craft, objective, technique - all these are in the middle.