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.

Time and reflection change the sight little by little 'till we come to understand.

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

You have to hurry up if you want to see something, everything disappears.

I lack the magnificent richness of color that animates nature.

I paint as if I were Rothschild.

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