People think how a sugar basin has no physiognomy, no soul. But it changes every day.
I have sworn to die painting.
Taste is the best judge. It is rare. Art only addresses itself to an excessively small number of individuals.
Don't be an art critic. Paint. There lies salvation.
Tell me, do you think I'm going mad? I sometimes wonder, you know.
Everything vanishes, falls apart, doesn't it? Nature is always the same but nothing in her that appears to us lasts. Our art must render the thrill of her permanence, along with her elements, the appearance of all her changes. It must give us a taste of her Eternity.