Christ is more of an artist than the artists; he works in the living spirit and the living flesh, he makes men instead of statues.

How lovely yellow is! It stands for the sun.

I consciously choose the dog's path through life. I shall be poor; I shall be a painter.

The worse I get along with people the more I learn to have faith in Nature and concentrate on her.

What preys on my mind is simply this one question: what am I good for, could I not be of service or use in some way?

Ah! My dear friend painting is to us what the music of Berlioz and Wagner was before us - a consolatory art for sore hearts! And yet there are only a few like you and me who feel it!!!

It is looking at things for a long time that ripens you and gives you a deeper meaning.