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

I can only draw what I see.

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.

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

These landscapes of water and reflection have become an obsession.

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

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