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.

If I think, I am lost.

The awareness of our own strength makes us modest.

It's not just about looking and copying, it's about feeling too

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

The clear French landscape is as pure as a verse of Racine.

My nervous system is enfeebled, only work in oils can sustain me.