Nature Won't Be Summoned To Order And

I Think Only Of My Painting, And If I Were To Drop It, I Think I'd Go Crazy.

My Garden Is My Most Beautiful Masterpiece

My Life Has Been Nothing But A Failure.

Now, More Than Ever, I Realize Just How Illusory My Undeserved Success Has Been. I Still Hold Out Some Hope Of Doing Better, But Age And Unhappiness Have Sapped My Strength.

The Point Is To Know How To Use The Colours, The Choice Of Which Is, When All's Said And Done, A Matter Of Habit.