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.

Long live the sun which gives us such beautiful color.

One had to immerse oneself in one's surroundings and intensely study nature or one's subject to understand how to recreate it.

Art is a harmony parallel with nature.

I am more a friend of art than a producer of painting.

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.

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.