Everything Is About To Disappear.

There Is A Logic Of Colors, And It Is With This Alone, And Not With The Logic Of The Brain, That The Painter Should Conform.

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

Painting From Nature Is Not Copying The Object; It Is Realizing One's Sensations.

If Isolation Tempers The Strong, It Is The Stumbling-block Of The Uncertain.

I Wished To Copy Nature. I Could Not. But I Was Satisfied When I Discovered The Sun, For Instance, Could Not Be Reproduced, But Only Represented By Something Else.