I Didn't Become An Impressionist.

By The Single Example Of This Painter Devoted To His Art With Such Independence, My Destiny As A Painter Opened Out To Me.

I Would Like To Paint The Way A Bird Sings.

I Still Don't Know Where I Am Going To Sleep Tomorrow.

I Have Once More Taken Up Things That Can't Be Done: Water With Grasses Weaving On The Bottom. But I'm Always Tackling That Sort Of Thing!

The More I Live, The More I Regret How Little I Know