If I Think, Everything Is Lost.

In Order To Make Progress, There Is Only Nature, And The Eye Is Turned Through Contact With Her.

My Nervous System Is Enfeebled, Only Work In Oils Can Sustain Me.

I Am More A Friend Of Art Than A Producer Of Painting.

What Is One To Think Of Those Fools Who Tell One That The Artist Is Always Subordinate To Nature? Art Is A Harmony Parallel With Nature.

There Is No Model, There Is Only Color.