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

My nervous system is enfeebled, only work in oils can sustain me.

I paint as if I were Rothschild.

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

There are two things in the painter, the eye and the mind; each of them should aid the other.

If isolation tempers the strong, it is the stumbling-block of the uncertain.

The clear French landscape is as pure as a verse of Racine.