Henri Rousseau

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

It is not the criminal things which are hardest to confess but the ridiculous and shameful.

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.

The universe was born restless and has never since been still.

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