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

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.

Both she and I have grief enough and trouble enough, but as for regrets – neither of us have any.

There is no such thing as an ugly woman.

Paintings have a life of their own that derives from the painter's soul.

What I need is courage, and this often fails me. And it is also a fact that since my disease, when I am in the fields I am overwhelmed by a feeling of loneliness to such a horrible extent that I shy away from going out. But this will change all the same as time goes on. Only when I stand a painting before my easel do I feel somewhat alive. Never mind, this is going to change too, for now my health is so good that I suppose the physical part of me will gain the victory.

What color is in a picture, enthusiasm is in life.