I Get Madder And Madder On Giving

I Am Enslaved To My Work, Always Wanting The Impossible, And Never, I Believe, Have I Been Less Favoured By The Endlessly Changeable Weather.

I Perhaps Owe Having Become A Painter To Flowers.

Critic Asks: 'and What, Sir, Is The Subject Matter Of That Painting?' - 'the Subject Matter, My Dear Good Fellow, Is The Light.

I Haven't Many Years Left Ahead Of Me And I Must Devote All My Time To Painting, In The Hope Of Achieving Something Worthwhile In The End, Something If Possible That Will Satisfy Me.

My Rejection At The Salon Brought An End To My Hesitation [to Settle In Paris] Since After This Failure I Can No Longer Claim To Cope... Alas, That Fatal Rejection Has Virtually Taken The Bread Out Of My Mouth.