There Is A Kind Of Success That

There Is Love, And There Is Work; And We Have Only One Heart.

Art Critic! Is That A Profession? When I Think We Are Stupid Enough, We Painters, To Solicit Those People's Compliments And To Put Ourselves Into Their Hands! What Shame! Should We Even Accept That They Talk About Our Work?

One Must Have A High Opinion Of A Work Of Art - Not The Work One Is Creating At The Moment, But Of That Which One Desires To Achieve One Day. Without This It Is Not Worthwhile Working.

Even In Front Of Nature One Must Compose.

If I Were In The Government I Would Have A Brigade Of Policemen Assigned To Keeping An Eye On People Who Paint Landscapes Outdoors. Oh, I Wouldn't Want Anyone Killed. I'd Be Satisfied With Just A Little Buckshot To Begin With.