I Wish To Die Painting.

Here On The Edge Of The River, The Motifs Are Very Plentiful, The Same Subject Seen From A Different Angle Gives A Subject For Study Of The Highest Interest And So Varied That I Think I Could Be Occupied For Months Without Changing My Place, Simply Bending A Little More To The Right Or Left.

If Isolation Tempers The Strong, It Is The Stumbling-block Of The Uncertain.

I Should Have Wished To Possess The Intellectual Equilibrium That Characterizes You And Permits You To Achieve Without Fail The Desired End... Chance Has Not Favoured Me With An Equal Self-assurance, It Is The Only Regret I Have About Things Of This Earth.

My Nervous System Is Very Much Weakened - Nothing But Painting In Oil Can Keep Me Going.

The Awareness Of Our Own Strength Makes Us Modest.