My Heart Is Forever In Giverny.

I Insist Upon 'doing It Alone'... I Have Always Worked Better Alone And From My Own Impressions.

I'm Not Performing Miracles, I'm Using Up And Wasting A Lot Of Paint.

I've Spent So Long On Some Paintings That I No Longer Know What To Think Of Them, And I Am Definitely Getting Harder To Please; Nothing Satisfies Me.

It Is Difficult To Stop In Time Because One Gets Carried Away. But I Have That Strength; It Is The Only Strength I Have.

My Life Has Been Nothing But A Failure.