Nothing Makes Me So Happy As To

Little Privations Are Easily Endured When The Heart Is Better Treated Than The Body.

The Landscapist Lives In Silence.

The Interest And The Feelings Are Not Due To Colors; The Lines Of A Painting That Move Us Move Us Even More In A Print.

I Cannot Now Change My Style, Which I Acquired, As You Can Imagine, By Dint Of Labour.

It Is Not I That Am Drawing, It Is This Thing At The End Of My Hand.