“I love only extreme novelty or the things of the past.”

It is important to express oneself…provided the feelings are real and are taken from you own experience.

I wear myself out trying to render the orange trees so that they’re not stiff but like those I saw by Botticelli in Florence. It’s a dream that won’t come true.

I don’t think there has ever been a man who treated a woman as an equal and that’s all I would have asked for, for I know I’m worth as much as they.

A love of nature is a consolation against failure.

My ambition is limited to the desire to capture something transient, and yet, this ambition is excessive.

In love, there’s sentiment and passion; I know only sentiment through myself, passion through others. I hear certain voices I know say: sentiment=love of the intellect; I can answer: passion=the love of the body.

Real painters understand with a brush in their hand.

I shall ever repeat it, that mankind are governed not by extremes, but by principals of moderation.

In conversation avoid the extremes of forwardness and reserve.