Without the fog, London would not be a beautiful city. It is fog that gives it its magnificent amplitude...its regular and massive blocks become grandiose in that mysterious mantle.

I perhaps owe having become a painter to flowers.

All of a sudden I had the revelation of how enchanting my pond was.

It is a tragedy that we live in a world where physical courage is so common, and moral courage is so rare.

No, I'm not a great painter. Neither am I a great poet.

I didn't become an impressionist. As long as I can remember I always have been one.

I'm not performing miracles, I'm using up and wasting a lot of paint.