I felt my energy return and that I said to myself, in any event I'll recover from it, I'll pick up my pencil that I put down in my great discouragement and I'll get back to drawing, and from then on, it seems to me, everything has changed for me.

The sunflower is mine, in a way.

Well, I am ploughing on my canvases as they do on their fields (the peasants). It goes badly enough in our profession - in fact that has always been so, but at the moment it is very bad.

I try more and more to be myself, caring relatively little whether people approve or disapprove.

I believe more and more that God must not be judged on this earth. It is one of His sketches that has turned out badly.

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.

I always dream a painting like that, with a group of lively figures of the pals.