"He painted – was living in Utrecht, immediately attracted attention and had many ideas, got good prices for that time; and once he thought 'Is this really beautiful, as people say - but the people are crazy or I am - I came to the conclusion – the people are wrong - picked up my things and went to Oosterbeek' ."

“Our trips in Drenthe he enjoyed a lot, but Vorden and especially Oosterbeek remained the places he loved most. Drenthe was too new for him. The most beautiful painting he made of it were 'the Hunnebeds', a fusain in my possession. He found back again Hobbema everywhere. .”

“In the afternoon he took me to look for it . There it was! I thought I was swimming! And next day, our lounge was full of people , a friend of dad came in and he said: 'I have seen your painting. Very well, indeed. Do you know it just has been sold?' Suddenly it fell silent in the room. Daddy looked at me with surprised eyes. It was my declaration of independence.”

“What is life difficult and cumbersome, and what hard work it is to fathom one's own thoughts, feelings really truthfully - to purify and to place them behind each other.”

“images of her painting art in the rijksmuseum, Amsterdam”

“I tell you that I learned from experience. Have you once consulted with yourself – have you once made your decision, don't leave it anymore, otherwise you will become like a weather-cock, and dissatisfied with yourself.”

“I am glad I have that artistic life in me.. . a nobody in my field of art.. .I don't overestimate myself at all, and that's why I can't get that comfort from my work , which the Great have in their field of art. What else to say! 50 years after my death!! I laughed about it. Do you think they will remember me after only one year? Dear heaven! No, that is really my least concern.”