There was a sentence in your letter that struck me, “I wish I were far away from everything, I am the cause of all, and bring only sorrow to everybody, I alone have brought all this misery on myself and others.” These words struck me because that same feeling, just the same, not more nor less, is also on my conscience.

I feel a certain calm. There is safety in the midst of danger. What would life be if we had no courage to attempt anything?

It is the language of nature to which one has to listen.

I dream of painting and then I paint my dream.

I am working with the enthusiasm of a man from Marseilles eating bouillabaisse, which shouldn't come as a surprise to you because I am busy painting huge sunflowers.

Just slap something on it when you see a blank canvas staring at you with a sort of imbecility.

How lovely yellow is! It stands for the sun.