One day I am satisfied, the next day I find it all bad; still I hope that some day I will find some of them good.
It took me time to understand my water lilies. I had planted them for the pleasure of it; I grew them without ever thinking of painting them.
I must have flowers, always, and always.
I don’t think I’m made for any earthly kind of pleasure.
My garden is my most beautiful masterpiece
I would like to paint the way a bird sings.