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Pictures Aren't Made Out Of Doctrines. Since The Appearance Of Impressionism, The Official Salons, Which Used To Be Brown, Have Become Blue, Green, And Red...but Peppermint Or Chocolate, They Are Still Confections.

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

I Know Well Enough In Advance That You'll Find My Paintings Perfect. I Know That If They Are Exhibited They'll Be A Great Success, But I Couldn't Be More Indifferent To It Since I Know They Are Bad, I'm Certain Of It.

Colors Pursue Me Like A Constant Worry. They Even Worry Me In My Sleep.

It's Enough To Drive You Crazy, Trying To Depict The Weather, The Atmosphere, The Ambience.