I'll Start With Small Things.

For Great Things Do Not Done Just Happen By Impulse But Are A Succession Of Small Things Linked Together.

As Long As Autumn Lasts, I Shall Not Have Hands, Canvas And Colors Enough To Paint The Beautiful Things I See.

When I Have A Terrible Need Of - Shall I Say The Word - Religion. Then I Go Out And Paint The Stars.

Ah, Manet Has Come Very, Very Close To It And Courbet - The Marrying Of Form And Colour.

Describing Starry Night: Firmament And Planets Both Disappeared, But The Mighty Breath Which Gives Life To All Things And In Which All Is Bound Up Remained.