I exhaust myself terribly to content the world, and never manage to content myself. - Eugène Louis Boudin

I dare not think of the sun-drenched beaches and the stormy skies, and of the joy of painting them in the sea breezes.

They [the holiday-visitors near Le Havre] love my little ladies [paintings] on the beach, and some people say that there's a thread of gold to exploit there.

I am a loner, a daydreamer who has been content to remain in his part of the world and look at the sky. The future will treat me as it does all of us. I am very much afraid it may be oblivion.