Pleasure Must Be Found In Study.

Shut Your Eyes, Wait, Think Of Nothing. Now, Open Them ... One Sees Nothing But A Great Coloured Undulation. What Then? An Irradiation And Glory Of Colour. This Is What A Picture Should Give Us ... An Abyss In Which The Eye Is Lost, A Secret Germination, A Coloured State Of Grace ... Loose Conciousness. Descend With The Painter Into The Dim Tangled Roots Of Things, And Rise Again From Them In Colours, Be Steeped In The Light Of Them.

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

The Truth Is In Nature, And I Shall Prove It.

Painting Is Founded On The Heart Controlled By The Head.

Everything In Nature Is Formed Upon The Sphere, The Cone And The Cylinder. One Must Learn To Paint These Simple Figures And Then One Can Do All That He May Wish.