I've done what I could as a painter and that seems to me to be sufficient. I don't want to be compared to the great masters of the past, and my painting is open to criticism; that's enough.

Listening only to my instincts, I discovered superb things.

The richness I achieve comes from nature, the source of my inspiration.

The Thames was all gold. God it was beautiful, so fine that I began working a frenzy, following the sun and its reflections on the water.

To see we must forget the name of the thing we are looking at.

What I need most of all is color, always, always.

I would like to paint the way a bird sings.