Do Not Copy Nature Too Much. Art

Night Is Here. All Is At Rest. My Eyes Close In Order To See Without Actually Understanding The Dream That Flees Before Men Infinite Space; And I Experience The Languorous Sensation Produced By The Mournful Procession Of My Hopes.

A Critic Is Someone Who Meddles With Something That Is None Of His Business.

Lacking Many Of The Essential Implements, It Irritated Me To Be Reduced To Impotence In The Face Of Artistic Projects To Which I Had Passionately Given Myself.

Do You Know What Will Soon Be The Ultimate In Truth? - Photography, Once It Begins To Reproduce Colors, And That Won't Be Long In Coming. And Yet You Want An Intelligent Man To Sweat For Months So As To Give The Illusion He Can Do Something As Well As An Ingenious Little Machine Can!

I Have Come To An Unalterable Decision - To Go And Live Forever In Polynesia. Then I Can End My Days In Peace And Freedom, Without Thoughts Of Tomorrow And This Eternal Struggle Against Idiots.