Ah! My dear friend painting is to us what the music of Berlioz and Wagner was before us - a consolatory art for sore hearts! And yet there are only a few like you and me who feel it!!!

We have very beautiful bad weather here at present - rain, wind, thunder - but with splendid effects; that's why I like it.

I take great care of myself by carefully shutting myself away.

Love is something eternal.

The more ugly, older, more cantankerous, more ill and poorer I become, the more I try to make amends by making my colours more vibrant, more balanced and beaming.

What is done in love is done well.

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