You come to nature with all her theories, and she knocks them all flat.
Work lovingly done is the secret of all order and all happiness.
A painter who has the feel of breasts and buttocks is saved.
Why shouldn’t art be pretty? There are enough unpleasant things in the world.
In painting, as in the other arts, there's not a single process, no matter how insignificant, which can be reasonably made into a formula. You come to nature with your theories, and she knocks them all flat.
There isn't a single person or landscape or subject which doesn't possess some interest, although it may not be immediately apparent. When a painter discovers this hidden treasure, other people are immediately struck by its beauty.