A puny body weakens the soul.
A thousand painters ought to be killed yearly. Say what you like: I’m every inch a painter.
A work of art which did not begin in emotion is not art.
An art which isn’t based on feeling isn’t an art at all.
Art is a harmony parallel with nature.
Don’t be an art critic. Paint. There lies salvation.
Doubtless there are things in nature which have not yet been seen. If an artist discovers them, he opens the way for his successors.
For an Impressionist to paint from nature is not to paint the subject, but to realize sensations.
Genius is the ability to renew one’s emotions in daily experience.
Here, on the river’s verge, I could be busy for months without changing my place, simply leaning a little more to right or left.
I allow no one to touch me.
I am a pupil of Pissarro.
I am more a friend of art than a producer of painting.
I am the primitive of the method I have invented.
I ask you to pray for me, for once age has overtaken us, we find consolation only in religion.
I could paint for a hundred years, a thousand years without stopping and I would still feel as though I knew nothing.
I have nothing to hide in art. The initial force alone can bring anyone to the end he must attain.
I have sworn to die painting.
I lack the magnificent richness of color that animates nature.
I must be more sensible and realize that at my age, illusions are hardly permitted and they will always destroy me.