“Those miraculous delicate interior-atmospheres of Israëls, that transparently tissue of air and light, dissolving itself apart from all solid colors... and the slightly nebula, both in the house and outdoors, the grayness that is just feeling, the melancholy that is just tenderness.. ..the painter of the covered light, which barely breaks through.. ..but only floats.. ..through the houses full of care and nostalgia or lights up in the staring eyes of weary toilers, men or women.. (translation from the original Dutch: Fons Heijnsbroek)”