The People No Longer Seek Consolation In

Painting Is Stronger Than Me, It Makes Me Do It's Bidding.

Are We To Paint What's On The Face, What's Inside The Face, Or What's Behind It?

If One Knows Exactly What Is Going To Be Done, Why Do It?

It Is My Misfortune - And Probably My Delight - To Use Things As My Passions Tell Me. What A Miserable Fate For A Painter Who Adores Blondes To Have To Stop Himself Putting Them Into A Picture Because They Don't Go With The Basket Of Fruit! . . . I Put All The Things I Like Into My Pictures. The Things - So Much The Worse For Them. They Just Have To Put Up With It.

Because I Cannot Work Except In Solitude, It Is Necessary That I Live My Work And That Is Impossible Except In Solitude.