Is art really the priesthood that demands the pure in heart who belong to it wholly?
The painter must enclose himself within his work; he must respond not with words, but with paintings.
The world doesn't understand me and I don't understand the world, that's why I've withdrawn from it.
People think how a sugar basin has no physiognomy, no soul. But it changes every day.
I am the primitive of the method I have invented.
I allow no one to touch me.
The artist makes things concrete and gives them individuality.
I lack the magnificent richness of color that animates nature.
It is impossible for emotion not to come on us in thinking of that time now flowed away.
Here, on the river's verge, I could be busy for months without changing my place, simply leaning a little more to right or left.
Doubtless there are things in nature which have not yet been seen. If an artist discovers them, he opens the way for his successors.
The truth is in nature, and I shall prove it.
An art which isn't based on feeling isn't an art at all.
Pure drawing is an abstraction. Drawing and colour are not distinct, everything in nature is coloured.
It's so fine and yet so terrible to stand in front of a blank canvas.
A puny body weakens the soul.
I could paint for a hundred years, a thousand years without stopping and I would still feel as though I knew nothing.
My nervous system is enfeebled, only work in oils can sustain me.
The clear French landscape is as pure as a verse of Racine.
Optics, developing in us through study, teach us to see.
I want to die painting.