A Puny Body Weakens The Soul.

The World Doesn't Understand Me And I Don't Understand The World, That's Why I've Withdrawn From It.

The Artist Makes Things Concrete And Gives Them Individuality.

The Louvre Is The Book In Which We Learn To Read. We Must Not, However, Be Satisfied With Retaining The Beautiful Formulas Of Our Illustrious Predecessors. Let Us Go Forth To Study Beautiful Nature, Let Us Try To Free Our Mids From Them, Let Us Strive To Express Ourselves According To Our Personal Temperaments. Time And Reflection, Moreover, Little By Little Modify Our Vision, And At Last Comprehension Comes To Us.

All Pictures Painted Inside In The Studio Will Never Be As Good As The Things Done Outside.

See How The Light Tenderly Love The Apricots, It Takes Them Over Completely, Enters Into Their Pulp, Light Them From All Sides! But It Is Miserly With The Peaches And Light Only One Side Of Them.