When the color achieves richness, the form attains its fullness also.

What is one to think of those fools who tell one that the artist is always subordinate to nature? Art is a harmony parallel with nature.

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

Everything in nature takes its form from the sphere, the cone and the cylinder.

When I start thinking, all is lost.