Art is a harmony parallel with nature.

I could paint for a hundred years, a thousand years without stopping and I would still feel as though I knew nothing.

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.

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.

Optics, developing in us through study, teach us to see.

Taste is the best judge. It is rare. Art only addresses itself to an excessively small number of individuals.

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.