There is no such thing as an ugly woman.

If you hear a voice within you say 'you cannot paint,' then by all means paint, and that voice will be silenced.

I want to get to the point where people say of my work, that man feels deeply.

That I was not suited to commerce or academic study in no way proves that I should also be unfit to be a painter.

I shouldn't precisely have chosen madness if there had been any choice, but once such a thing has taken hold of you, you can't very well get out of it.

How can I be useful, of what service can I be? There is something inside me, what can it be?

I confess I do not know why, but looking at the stars always makes me dream.