If I were called upon to define briefly the word Art, I should call it the reproduction of what the senses preceive in nature, seen through the veil of the soul.

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.

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.

The landscape thinks itself in me and I am its consciousness.

My age and health will never allow me to realize the dream of art I've been pursuing all my life.

Painting from nature is not copying the object; it is realizing one's sensations.

I must be more sensible and realize that at my age, illusions are hardly permitted and they will always destroy me.