...and then, I have nature and art and poetry, and if that is not enough, what is enough?

As you can see, I am immersing myself in color-I've held back from that until now; and I don't regret it.

The uglier, older, meaner, iller, poorer I get, the more I wish to take my revenge by doing brilliant color, well arranged, resplendent.

Here everything is so wholly what I consider beautiful. In other words, there is peace here.

The more you love, the more you suffer.

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

Painting is a faith, and it imposes the duty to disregard public opinion.