I am very depressed and deeply disgusted with painting. It is really a continual torture.

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

The light constantly changes, and that alters the atmosphere and beauty of things every minute.

The only merit I have is to have painted directly from nature with the aim of conveying my impressions in front of the most fugitive effects.

I work at my garden all the time and with love. What I need most are flowers, always. My heart is forever in Giverny.

Every day I discover more and more beautiful things. It’s enough to drive one mad. I have such a desire to do everything, my head is bursting with it.

When you go out to paint, try to forget what objects you have before you - a tree, house, a field....Merely think, here is a little square of blue, here an oblong of pink, here a streak of yellow, and paint it just as it looks to you, the exact color and shape, until it gives your own naive impression of the scene before you.