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.

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

A work of art which did not begin in emotion is not art.

Pure drawing is an abstraction. Drawing and colour are not distinct, everything in nature is coloured.

With an apple I will astonish Paris.

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

When I judge art, I take my painting and put it next to a God made object like a tree or flower. If it clashes, it is not art.