I Work At My Garden All The

I Think Only Of My Painting, And If I Were To Drop It, I Think I'd Go Crazy.

Nothing In The Whole World Is Of Interest To Me But My Painting And My Flowers.

It Is Only Too Easy To Catch People's Attention By Doing Something Worse Than Anyone Else Has Dared To Do It Before.

It's The Hardest Thing To Be Alone In Being Satisfied With What One's Done.

As For Myself, I Met With As Much Success As I Ever Could Have Wanted. In Other Words, I Was Enthusiastically Run-down By Every Critic Of The Period.