"I'm in a foul mood, furious at myself. It's going very badly, I'm not pleased with anything I do, and I destroy as fast as I paint."

"Impression – I was certain of it. I was just telling myself that, since I was impressed, there had to be some impression in it … and what freedom, what ease of workmanship! Wallpaper in its embryonic …"

"I am chasing the merest sliver of color. It is my own fault, I want to grasp the intangible."

"I'm absolutely desperate. I'm going to throw in the towel."

"Everyone discusses my art and pretends to understand, as if it were necessary to understand, when it is simply necessary to love."