Everything Changes, Even Stone.

I Want To Paint The Air In Which The Bridge, The House And The Boat Are To Be Found - The Beauty Of The Air Around Them, And That Is Nothing Less Than The Impossible.

I Haven't Many Years Left Ahead Of Me And I Must Devote All My Time To Painting, In The Hope Of Achieving Something Worthwhile In The End, Something If Possible That Will Satisfy Me.

I Had So Much Fire In Me And So Many Plans.

I Perhaps Owe Having Become A Painter To Flowers.

If The World Really Looks Like That I Will Paint No More!