Pleasure Must Be Found In Study.

Art Is A Harmony Parallel With Nature.

People Think How A Sugar Basin Has No Physiognomy, No Soul. But It Changes Every Day.

I'd Like To Combine Melancholy And Sunshine... There's A Sadness In Provence Which No One Has Expressed... I'd Like To Put Reason In The Grass And Tears In The Sky, Like Poussin.

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.

You Say A New Era In Art Is Preparing; You Sensed It Coming; Continue Your Studies Without Weakening. God Will Do The Rest.