The Clear French Landscape Is As Pure

Everything Vanishes, Falls Apart, Doesn't It? Nature Is Always The Same But Nothing In Her That Appears To Us Lasts. Our Art Must Render The Thrill Of Her Permanence, Along With Her Elements, The Appearance Of All Her Changes. It Must Give Us A Taste Of Her Eternity.

When The Color Achieves Richness, The Form Attains Its Fullness Also.

Is It The Factitious And The Conventional That Most Surely Succeed On Earth And In The Course Of Life?

Art First Of All Is Optical. That's Where The Material Of Our Art Is: In What Our Eyes Think.

One Can Do Good Things Without Being Very Much Of A Harmonist Or A Colourist. It Is Sufficient To Have A Sense Of Art - And This Sense Is Doubtless The Horror Of The Bourgeois.