I'm now painting with all the elan of a Marseillais eating soup, which won't surprise you when I tell you I'm painting large sunflowers. The idea? To decorate the studio, now there's hope of Gauguin living here. I aim at a dozen panels of sunflowers in the room I've set aside for Gauguin.

Only when I fall do I get up again.

I myself am quite absorbed by the delicate yellow, delicate soft green, delicate violet of a ploughed and weeded piece of soil.

To do good work one must eat well, be well housed, have one's fling from time to time, smoke one's pipe, and drink one's coffee in peace

In an artist's life, death is perhaps not the most difficult thing.

But you people do not understand me, and I am afraid you never will.

If I am worth anything later, I am worth something now. For wheat is wheat, even if people think it is a grass in the beginning.