I lack the magnificent richness of color that animates nature.

The world doesn't understand me and I don't understand the world, that's why I've withdrawn from it.

I'll always be grateful to the public of intelligent amateurs.

Shadow is a colour as light is, but less brilliant; light and shadow are only the relation of two tones.

It's so fine and yet so terrible to stand in front of a blank canvas.

Here, on the river's verge, I could be busy for months without changing my place, simply leaning a little more to right or left.

If isolation tempers the strong, it is the stumbling-block of the uncertain.

I am more a friend of art than a producer of painting.

I could paint for a hundred years, a thousand years without stopping and I would still feel as though I knew nothing.