When A Picture Isn't Realized,

I Could Paint For A Hundred Years, A Thousand Years Without Stopping And I Would Still Feel As Though I Knew Nothing.

I'd Like To Combine Melancholy And Sunshine... There's A Sadness In Provence Which No One Has Expressed... I'd Like To Put Reason In The Grass And Tears In The Sky, Like Poussin.

All The Theories Mess You Up Inside.

The Louvre Is A Good Book To Consult, But It Must Only Be An Intermediary. The Real And Immense Study That Must Be Taken Up Is The Manifold Picture Of Nature.

With An Apple I Will Astonish Paris.