One Can Do Something If One Can

I Say That Whoever Claims To Have Finished A Canvas Is Terribly Arrogant.

My Rejection At The Salon Brought An End To My Hesitation [to Settle In Paris] Since After This Failure I Can No Longer Claim To Cope... Alas, That Fatal Rejection Has Virtually Taken The Bread Out Of My Mouth.

Colors Pursue Me Like A Constant Worry. They Even Worry Me In My Sleep.

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

I'm Quite Content: Although What I'm Doing Is Far From Being As I Should Like, I Am Complemented Often Enough All The Same.