I Have Not Tried To Reproduce Nature;

I Am The Primitive Of The Method I Have Invented.

Fruits ... Like Having Their Portrait Painted. They Seem To Sit There And Ask Your Forgiveness For Fading. Their Thought Is Given Off With Their Perfumes. They Come With All Their Scents, They Speak Of The Fields They Have Left, The Rain Which Has Nourished Them, The Daybreaks They Have Seen.

My Nervous System Is Enfeebled, Only Work In Oils Can Sustain Me.

See Nature In Terms Of The Cone, The Cylinder, And The Sphere.

I Have Nothing To Hide In Art. The Initial Force Alone Can Bring Anyone To The End He Must Attain.