"I'm working like a madman, but I'm not satisfied with anything."

"The fog is so thick, it's like a dream. I am working, but it is like working in a dream."

"I'm completely exhausted. I can't paint another stroke."

"I found my eyes fixed on the tragic countenance, mechanically trying to seek the sequence, the degradation of the colours that death had just imposed on the motionless face. Shades of blue, yellow, gr…"

"I am going to send you some more canvases, but I don't know what to do with them. They are all different and I don't know which one to choose."