“It is impossible for emotion not to come on us in thinking of that time now flowed away.”

Treat nature by the cylinder, the sphere, the cone, everything in proper perspective so that each side of an object or a plane is directed towards a central point.

Everything is about to disappear. You’ve got to hurry up if you still want to see things.

I advance all of my canvas at one time.

Time and reflection, modify, little by little, our vision, and at last comprehension comes to us.

See how the light tenderly love the apricots, it takes them over completely, enters into their pulp, light them from all sides! But it is miserly with the peaches and light only one side of them.

People think how a sugar basin has no physiognomy, no soul. But it changes every day.

Genius is the ability to renew one’s emotions in daily experience.

With an apple I will astonish Paris.

Treat nature by the cylinder, the sphere, the cone, everything in proper perspective so that each side of an object or a plane is directed towards a central point.

Drawing and color are by no means two different things. As you paint, you draw… When color is at its richest, form is at its fullest.

The painter unfolds that which has not been seen.

I allow no one to touch me.

If isolation tempers the strong, it is the stumbling-block of the uncertain.

I am progressing very slowly, for nature reveals herself to me in very complex forms; and the progress needed is incessant.

Right now a moment of time is passing by! We must become that moment.

There is a logic of colors, and it is with this alone, and not with the logic of the brain, that the painter should conform.

One man watches a river flow by. If he does not wish it to flow, to change ceaselessly in accord with its nature, he will suffer great pain.

Love, being in love, isn’t a constant thing. It doesn’t always flow at the same strength. It’s not always like a river in flood. It’s more like the sea. It has tides, it ebbs and flows.

The simplest way to lose your soul is to go with the flow because the flow is naturally down. Only live fish can swim against the current. Dead ones just conform to it.

Is it better to go with the flow or let the flow go?

I always thought that life was about standing your ground, no matter how strong the current was. But going with the flow isn’t so bad after all. As long as it takes you forward.

The more in harmony you are with the flow of your own existence, the more magical life becomes.

When you get out of the driver’s seat, you find that life can drive itself, that actually life has always been driving itself. When you get out of the driver’s seat, it can drive itself so much easier-it can flow in ways you never imagined.

The danger lies in forgetting what we had. The flow between generations becomes a trickle, grandchildren tape-recording grandparents’ memories on special occasions perhaps-no casual storytelling jogged by daily life.