In Art There Is Only One Thing

Work To Perfect The Mind. There Is No Certitude But In What The Mind Conceives.

Critics Should Help People See For Themselves; They Should Never Try To Define Things, Or Impose Their Own Explanations, Though I Admit That If... A Critic's Explanations Serve To Increase The General Obscurity, That's All To The Good.

I Have Made A Great Discovery. I No Longer Believe In Anything. Objects Don't Exist For Me Except In So Far As A Rapport Exists Between Them And Myself. When One Attains This Harmony, One Reaches A Sort Of Intellectual Non-existence, What I Can Only Describe As A Sense Of Peace, Which Makes Everything Possible And Right. Life Then Becomes A Perpetual Revelation. That Is True Poetry.

Scientific Perspective Forces The Objects In A Picture To Disappear Away From The Beholder Instead Of Bringing Them Within His Reach As Painting Should.

Nature Is A Mere Pretext For A Decorative Composition, Plus Sentiment. It Suggests Emotion, And I Translate That Emotion Into Art.