I'm In Fine Fettle And Fired With

The Real Subject Of Every Painting Is Light.

My Eyes Were Finally Opened And I Understood Nature. I Learned At The Same Time To Love It.

It Would Be Asking Too Much To Want To Sell Only To Connoisseurs - That Way Starvation Lies.

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.

I've Only Myself To Blame For It, My Impotence Most Of All And My Weakness. If I Do Any Good Work Now It Will Be Only By Chance.