I consciously choose the dog's path through life. I shall be poor; I shall be a painter.

In spite of everything I shall rise again: I will take up my pencil, which I have forsaken in my great discouragement, and I will go on with my drawing.

In an artist's life, death is perhaps not the most difficult thing.

As a painter I shall never signify anything of importance. I feel it Absolutely.

Fortunately for me, I know well enough what I want, and am basically utterly indifferent to the criticism that I work to hurriedly. In answer to that, I have done some things even more hurriedly theses last few days.

As practice makes perfect, I cannot but make progress; each drawing one makes, each study one paints, is a step forward.

Art demands persistent work, work in spite of everything, and continuous observations. By persistent, I mean not only continuous work, but also not giving up your opinion at the bidding of such and such a person.