The Landscapist Lives In Silence.

The Interest And The Feelings Are Not Due To Colors; The Lines Of A Painting That Move Us Move Us Even More In A Print.

The Landscapist Lives In Silence.

The Happiest Is He Who Suffers The Least Pain; The Most Miserable, He Who Enjoys The Least Pleasure.

I Cannot Now Change My Style, Which I Acquired, As You Can Imagine, By Dint Of Labour.

It Is Often Said That My Heart Is Too Open For My Own Good.