My life has been nothing but a failure.
Nothing in the whole world is of interest to me but my painting and my flowers.
Listening only to my instincts, I discovered superb things.
It is only too easy to catch people's attention by doing something worse than anyone else has dared to do it before.
I don’t think I’m made for any earthly kind of pleasure.
As for myself, I met with as much success as I ever could have wanted. In other words, I was enthusiastically run-down by every critic of the period.