A Good Impression Is Lost So Quickly.

What Can Be Said About A Man Who Is Interested In Nothing But His Painting? It's A Pity If A Man Can Only Interest Himself In One Thing. But I Can't Do Any Thing Else. I Have Only One Interest.

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.

I'm Very Happy, Very Delighted. I'm Setting To Like A Fighting Cockerel, For I'm Surrounded Here By All That I Love.

All I Did Was To Look At What The Universe Showed Me, To Let My Brush Bear Witness To It.

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