When I start thinking, all is lost.

Doubtless there are things in nature which have not yet been seen. If an artist discovers them, he opens the way for his successors.

Art is a harmony parallel with nature.

Fruits ... like having their portrait painted. They seem to sit there and ask your forgiveness for fading. Their thought is given off with their perfumes. They come with all their scents, they speak of the fields they have left, the rain which has nourished them, the daybreaks they have seen.

For an Impressionist to paint from nature is not to paint the subject, but to realize sensations.

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.

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