The Louvre Is The Book In Which

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

An Optical Impression Is Produced On Our Organs Of Sight Which Makes Us Classify As Light, Half-tone Or Quartertone, The Surfaces Represented By Colour Sensations. So That Light Does Not Exist For The Painter.

The Painter Must Enclose Himself Within His Work; He Must Respond Not With Words, But With Paintings.

One Can Do Good Things Without Being Very Much Of A Harmonist Or A Colourist. It Is Sufficient To Have A Sense Of Art - And This Sense Is Doubtless The Horror Of The Bourgeois.

My Age And Health Will Never Allow Me To Realize The Dream Of Art I've Been Pursuing All My Life.