Blessed are they who see beautiful things in humble places where other people see nothing.

It is only by drawing often, drawing everything, drawing incessantly, that one fine day you discover to your surprise that you have rendered something in its true character.

Observe that it is a great error to believe that all mediums of art are not closely tied to their time.

Painting, art in general, enchants me. It is my life. What else matters? When you put all your soul into a work, all that is noble in you, you cannot fail to find a kindred soul who understands you, and you do not need a host of such spirits. Is not that all an artist should wish for?

But as I see it, the most corrupt art is the sentimental the art of orange blossoms which make pale women swoon.