The More I Live, The More I

I've Only Myself To Blame For It, My Impotence Most Of All And My Weakness. If I Do Any Good Work Now It Will Be Only By Chance.

I Never Draw Except With Brush And Paint.

My Eyes Were Finally Opened And I Understood Nature. I Learned At The Same Time To Love It.

Thanks To My Work Everything's Going Well; It's A Great Consolation.

What Can Be Said About A Man Who Is Interested In Nothing But His Painting? It's A Pity If A Man Can Only Interest Himself In One Thing. But I Can't Do Any Thing Else. I Have Only One Interest.