Alas! The memories that are swallowed up in the abyss of the years! I'm all alone now and I would never be able to escape from the self-seeking of human kind anyway. Now it's theft, conceit, infatuation, and now it's rapine or seizure of one's production. But Nature is very beautiful. They can't take that away from me.

In: a conversation in Cezanne's studio in Aix, the End of 1905, as quoted in Cézanne, Ambroise Vollard, Dover publications Inc. New York, 1984, p. 112