Everything Changes, Even Stone.

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

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

I've Done What I Could As A Painter And That Seems To Me To Be Sufficient. I Don't Want To Be Compared To The Great Masters Of The Past, And My Painting Is Open To Criticism; That's Enough.

I'm Knocked Out, I've Never Felt So Physically And Mentally Exhausted, I'm Quite Stupid With It And Long Only For Bed; But I Am Happy.

I Say That Whoever Claims To Have Finished A Canvas Is Terribly Arrogant.