When I'am outlining the skin of a lovely peach with soft touches of paint, or a sad old apple, I catch a glimpse in the reflections they exchange of the same mild shadow of renunciation, the same love of the sun, the same recollection of the dew.... Why do we divide up the world? Does this reflects our egoism?... The prism is our first step towards God, our seven beatitudes.

p. 220 in: 'What he told me – III. The Studio' - Joachim Gasquet's Cézanne, - a Memoir with Conversations, (1897 - 1906)