The artist must scorn all judgment that is not based on an intelligent observation of character. He must beware of the literary spirit which so often causes a painting to deviate from its true path - the concrete study of nature - to lose itself all too long in intangible speculations.

One had to immerse oneself in one's surroundings and intensely study nature or one's subject to understand how to recreate it.

The landscape thinks itself in me and I am its consciousness.

The painter must enclose himself within his work; he must respond not with words, but with paintings.

The landscape becomes human, becomes a thinking, living being within me. I become one with my picture...we merge in an iridescent chaos.

I am the primitive of the method I have invented.

I must be more sensible and realize that at my age, illusions are hardly permitted and they will always destroy me.