I am not an adventurer by choice but by fate.

It astonishes me already when I compare my condition today with what it was a month ago. Before that I knew well enough one could fracture one's legs and arms and recover afterward, but I did not know that you could fracture the brain in your head and recover from that too.

At present I absolutely want to paint a starry sky. It often seems to me that night is still more richly coloured than the day; having hues of the most intense violets, blues and greens. If only you pay attention to it you will see that certain stars are lemon-yellow, others pink or a green, blue and forget-me-not brilliance. And without my expatiating on this theme it is obvious that putting little white dots on the blue-black is not enough to paint a starry sky.

The laws of the colors are unutterably beautiful, just because they are not accidental.

The worse I get along with people the more I learn to have faith in Nature and concentrate on her.

And painted portraits have a life of their own that comes from deep in the soul of the painter and where the machine can't go.

Since visiting the abatoirs of S. France I have stopped eating meat.