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

There is no model, there is only color.

I have nothing to hide in art. The initial force alone can bring anyone to the end he must attain.

People think how a sugar basin has no physiognomy, no soul. But it changes every day.

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

Here, on the river's verge, I could be busy for months without changing my place, simply leaning a little more to right or left.

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