Colors Pursue Me Like A Constant Worry.

I Sometimes Feel Ashamed That I Am Devoting Myself To Artistic Pursuits While So Many Of Our People Are Suffering And Dying For Us. It's True That Fretting Never Did Any Good.

Now, More Than Ever, I Realize Just How Illusory My Undeserved Success Has Been. I Still Hold Out Some Hope Of Doing Better, But Age And Unhappiness Have Sapped My Strength.

I Get Madder And Madder On Giving Back What I Feel.

I've Been Working So Hard That I'm Exhausted... I Feel I Won't Be Able To Do Without A Few Weeks' Rest, So I'm Going Off To See The Sea.

It Took Me Time To Understand My Water Lilies. I Had Planted Them For The Pleasure Of It; I Grew Them Without Ever Thinking Of Painting Them.