I am certainly not regenerating French art, but am struggling hard to accomplish something on an unlucky piece of paper which has done me no harm at all, and on which, believe me, I am doing nothing that is good... I hope things will improve eventually; as it is, I am pretty wretched.

I have tried to do what is true and not ideal.

[People] want me to finish things. But I see them in such a way and paint them accordingly. ... Nothing is simpler than to complete pictures in a superficial sense. Never does one lie so cleverly as then.

I paint things as they are. I don't comment. I record.

Of course one should not drink much, but often.

Jealousy will drive you mad.

Love is when the desire to be desired takes you so badly, that you feel you could die of it!