I'm In Fine Fettle And Fired With

I Can No Longer Work Outside Because Of The Intensity Of The Light.

I Don’t Think I’m Made For Any Earthly Kind Of Pleasure.

I Know That To Paint The Sea Really Well, You Need To Look At It Every Hour Of Every Day In The Same Place So That You Can Understand Its Way In That Particular Spot; And That Is Why I Am Working On The Same Motifs Over And Over Again, Four Or Six Times Even.

One Day I Am Satisfied, The Next Day I Find It All Bad; Still I Hope That Some Day I Will Find Some Of Them Good.

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.