If I Think, I Am Lost.

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

The Approbation Of Others Is A Stimulus Of Which One Must Sometimes Be Wary. The Feeling Of One's Own Strength Makes One Modest.

I Paint As If I Were Rothschild.

You Have To Hurry Up If You Want To See Something, Everything Disappears.

I'll Always Be Grateful To The Public Of Intelligent Amateurs.