If Isolation Tempers The Strong,

Nature Is More Depth Than Surface, The Colours Are The Expressions On The Surface Of This Depth; They Rise Up From The Roots Of The World.

There Is No Light Painting Or Dark Painting, But Simply Relations Of Tones.

It Is Not About Painting Life, It Is About Making Painting Alive.

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

The Louvre Is The Book In Which We Learn To Read. We Must Not, However, Be Satisfied With Retaining The Beautiful Formulas Of Our Illustrious Predecessors. Let Us Go Forth To Study Beautiful Nature, Let Us Try To Free Our Mids From Them, Let Us Strive To Express Ourselves According To Our Personal Temperaments. Time And Reflection, Moreover, Little By Little Modify Our Vision, And At Last Comprehension Comes To Us.