Excuse my scribbling, it is late, and I have a poor candle.

When I go out into the countryside and see the sun and the green and everything flowering, I say to myself Yes indeed, all that belongs to me!

If a king tries to start a war, a mother should go to him and forbid it.

Nothing makes me so happy as to observe nature and to paint what I see.

I cannot now change my style, which I acquired, as you can imagine, by dint of labour.

It is often said that my heart is too open for my own good.