I Can No Longer Work Outside Because

You Might Perhaps Like To See The Few Canvases I Was Able To Save From The Bailiffs And The Rest, Since I Thought You Might Be So Good As To Help Me A Little, As I Am In Quite A Desperate State, And The Worst Is That I Can No Longer Even Work.

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.

Light Is The Most Important Person In The Picture.

I've Spent So Long On Some Paintings That I No Longer Know What To Think Of Them, And I Am Definitely Getting Harder To Please; Nothing Satisfies Me.

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