God Takes Care Of Imbeciles, Little Children

All The Sorrow, All The Bitterness, All The Sadness, I Forget Them And Ignore Them In The Joy Of Working.

It Does Not Astonish Me That The Critics In London Relegate Me To The Lowest Rank. Alas! I Fear That They Are Only Too Justified!

Painting, Art In General, Enchants Me. It Is My Life. What Else Matters? When You Put All Your Soul Into A Work, All That Is Noble In You, You Cannot Fail To Find A Kindred Soul Who Understands You, And You Do Not Need A Host Of Such Spirits. Is Not That All An Artist Should Wish For?

Don't Be Afraid Of Putting On Color, Refine The Work Little By Little.

I Sometimes Have A Horrible Fear Of Turning Up A Canvas Of Mine. I'm Always Afraid Of Finding A Monster In Place Of The Precious Jewels I Thought I Had Put There!