Sometimes art seems to be something very sublime, and, as you say, something sacred.

But after all I find in my work an echo of what struck me. I see that nature has told me something, has spoken to me, and that I have put it down in shorthand. In my shorthand there may be words that cannot be deciphered. There may be mistakes or gap

The diseases that we civilized people labor under most are melancholy and pessimism.

It is difficult to know oneself, but it isn't easy to paint oneself either.

One begins by plaguing oneself to no purpose in order to be true to nature, and one concludes by working quietly from one's own palette alone, and then nature is the result.

The more ugly, older, more cantankerous, more ill and poorer I become, the more I try to make amends by making my colours more vibrant, more balanced and beaming.

Seek only light and freedom and do not immerse yourself too deeply in the worldly mire.