The Real Subject Of Every Painting Is

Apart From Painting And Gardening, I'm Not Good At Anything.

The Creditors Are Proving Impossible To Deal With And Short Of A Sudden Appearance On The Scene Of Wealthy Art Patrons, We Are Going To Be Turned Out Of This Dear Little House Where I Led A Simple Life And Was Able To Work So Well. I Do Not Know What Will Become Of Us.

I Had So Much Fire In Me And So Many Plans.

Without The Fog, London Would Not Be A Beautiful City. It Is Fog That Gives It Its Magnificent Amplitude...its Regular And Massive Blocks Become Grandiose In That Mysterious Mantle.

If Only The Weather Would Improve, There'd Be Hope Of Some Work, But Every Day Brings Rain.