Color Which, Like Music, Is A Matter

I Plunged Eagerly And Passionately Into The Wilderness, As If In The Hope Of Thus Penetrating Into The Very Heart Of This Nature, Powerful And Maternal, There To Blend With Her Living Elements.

In Painting One Must Search Rather For Suggestion Than For Description, As Is Done In Music.

Poor Artist! You Gave Away Part Of Your Soul When You Painted The Picture Which You Are Now Trying To Dispose Of.

The Cyclone Ends. The Sun Returns; The Lofty Coconut Trees Lift Up Their Plumes Again; Man Does Likewise. The Great Anguish Is Over; Joy Has Returned; The Sea Smiles Like A Child.

If I Did What Has Already Been Done, I Would Be A Plagiarist And Would Consider Myself Unworthy; So I Do Something Different And People Call Me A Scoundrel. I'd Rather Be A Scoundrel Than A Plagiarist!