I would like to paint the way a bird sings.

Zaandam has enough to paint for a lifetime.

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.

Now I really feel the landscape, I can be bold and include every tone of pink and blue: it's enchanting, it's delicious, and I hope it will please you.

I am very depressed and deeply disgusted with painting. It is really a continual torture.

Every day I discover more and more beautiful things. It’s enough to drive one mad. I have such a desire to do everything, my head is bursting with it.

All I did was to look at what the universe showed me, to let my brush bear witness to it.