Birth: January 14, 1841 Death: March 2, 1895
I love only extreme novelty or the things of the past..
Real painters understand with a brush in their hand..
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….
In love, there's sentiment and passion; I know only sentiment through myself, passion through others. I hear certain voices I know say: sentiment=lov….
My ambition is limited to the desire to capture something transient, and yet, this ambition is excessive..
A love of nature is a consolation against failure..
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..