Exactitude Is Not Truth.

I Have To Create An Object Which Resembles The Tree. The Sign For A Tree, And Not The Sign That Other Artists May Have Found For The Tree.

I Cannot Copy Nature In A Servile Way; I Am Forced To Interpret Nature And Submit It To The Spirit Of The Picture. From The Relationship I Have Found In All The Tones There Must Result A Living Harmony Of Colors, A Harmony Analogous To That Of A Musical Composition.

In Art, Truth And Reality Begin When One No Longer Understands What One Is Doing Or What One Knows, And When There Remains An Energy That Is All The Stronger For Being Constrained, Controlled And Compressed.

Impressionism Is The Newspaper Of The Soul.

Expression For Me Does Not Reside In Passions Glowing In A Human Face Or Manifested By Violent Movement. The Entire Arrangement Of My Picture Is Expressive; The Place Occupied By My Figures, The Empty Space Around Them, The Proportions, Everything Has Its Share.