Art is a harmony parallel with nature.

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

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.

I ask you to pray for me, for once age has overtaken us, we find consolation only in religion.

Don't be an art critic. Paint. There lies salvation.

Knowledge of the means to express our emotion is essential- and is acquired only after a very long experience.

The day is coming when a single carrot, freshly observed, will set off a revolution.