Human nature is the same in all professions.

It makes no difference whether a work is naturalistic or abstract; every visual expression follows the same fundamental laws.

Nature does not hurry, yet everything is accomplished.

Nature, which alone is good, is wholly familiar and common.

Just as human nature is the same everywhere, so it is recognizably the same as it was in the past.

By reality and perfection I mean the same thing.

An imaginary perfection is automatically at the same level as I who imagine it — neither higher nor lower.

You do not notice changes in what is always before you.

All farms are much alike everywhere, and all wild places have their own beauty.

I think there is a total equality for me between painting a literary figure or Kate Moss or my Mum or a dog or a bird. To me, they are all absolutely equal.

Nature never breaks her own laws.

The sage says that all that is under heaven incurs the same law and the same fate.

Nothing has changed since I began.
My eye has permitted no change.
I am going to keep things like this.

So have I seen Passion and Vanity stamping the living magnanimous earth, but the earth did not alter her tides and her seasons for that.