The real subject of every painting is light.

Colors pursue me like a constant worry. They even worry me in my sleep.

As for myself, I met with as much success as I ever could have wanted. In other words, I was enthusiastically run-down by every critic of the period.

I would advise young artists to paint as they can, as long as they can, without being afraid of painting badly.

I can only draw what I see.

My only desire is an intimate infusion with nature, and the only fate I wish is to have worked and lived in harmony with her laws.

The older I become the more I realize of that I have to work very hard to reproduce what I search: the instantaneous. The influence of the atmosphere on the things and the light scattered throughout.