I experience a period of frightening clarity in those moments when nature is so beautiful. I am no longer sure of myself, and the paintings appear as in a dream.

One may have a blazing hearth in one's soul and yet no one ever came to sit by it. Passers-by see only a wisp of smoke from the chimney and continue on their way.

Keep your love of nature, for that is the true way to understand art more and more.

It is good to love many things

For the great doesn't happen through impulse alone, and is a succession of little things that are brought together.

The great things are not done by impulse, but by a series of small things brought together. And great things are not something accidental, but must certainly be willed.

What lives in art and is eternally living, is first of all the painter and then the painting.