An Art Which Isn't Based On Feeling

You Have To Hurry Up If You Want To See Something, Everything Disappears.

People Think How A Sugar Basin Has No Physiognomy, No Soul. But It Changes Every Day.

The Artist Must Scorn All Judgment That Is Not Based On An Intelligent Observation Of Character. He Must Beware Of The Literary Spirit Which So Often Causes A Painting To Deviate From Its True Path - The Concrete Study Of Nature - To Lose Itself All Too Long In Intangible Speculations.

One Is Neither Too Scrupulous Nor Too Sincere Nor Too Submissive To Nature; But One Is More Or Less Master Of One's Model, And, Above All, Of The Means Of Expression.

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