A Puny Body Weakens The Soul.

I Paint As If I Were Rothschild.

I'd Like To Combine Melancholy And Sunshine... There's A Sadness In Provence Which No One Has Expressed... I'd Like To Put Reason In The Grass And Tears In The Sky, Like Poussin.

Nature Is More Depth Than Surface, The Colours Are The Expressions On The Surface Of This Depth; They Rise Up From The Roots Of The World.

I Ask You To Pray For Me, For Once Age Has Overtaken Us, We Find Consolation Only In Religion.

An Art Which Isn't Based On Feeling Isn't An Art At All.