I experience a period of frightening clarity in those moments when nature is so beautiful. I am no longer sure of myself, and the paintings appear as in a dream.
An artist needn’t be a clergyman or a churchwarden, but he certainly must have a warm heart for his fellow men.
The more I think about it, the more I realize there is nothing more artistic than to love others.
Those Dutchmen had hardly any imagination or fantasy, but their good taste and their scientific knowledge of composition were enormous.
Even the knowledge of my own fallibility cannot keep me from making mistakes. Only when I fall do I get up again.
Do not quench your inspiration and your imagination do not become the slave of your model.
There may be a great fire in our hearts, yet no one ever comes to warm himself at it, and the passers-by see only a wisp of smoke.