If I Think, Everything Is Lost.

We Must Not Be Content To Memorize The Beautiful Formulas Of Our Illustrious Predecessors. Let Us Go Out And Study Beautiful Nature.

There Is No Such Thing As An Amateur Artist As Different From A Professional Artist. There Is Only Good Art And Bad Art.

See How The Light Tenderly Love The Apricots, It Takes Them Over Completely, Enters Into Their Pulp, Light Them From All Sides! But It Is Miserly With The Peaches And Light Only One Side Of Them.

In Order To Make Progress, There Is Only Nature, And The Eye Is Turned Through Contact With Her.

To Be Sure An Artist Wishes To Raise His Standard Intellectually As Much As Possible, But The Man Must Remain In Obscurity. Pleasure Must Be Found In The Studying.