My heart is forever in Giverny.
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.
No, I'm not a great painter. Neither am I a great poet.
I donโt think Iโm made for any earthly kind of pleasure.
I must have flowers, always, and always.
No one is an artist unless he carries his picture in his head before painting it, and is sure of his method and composition.