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

When I start thinking, all is lost.

Nature is more depth than surface, the colours are the expressions on the surface of this depth; they rise up from the roots of the world.

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

The landscape becomes human, becomes a thinking, living being within me. I become one with my picture...we merge in an iridescent chaos.

The painter must enclose himself within his work; he must respond not with words, but with paintings.

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