Gardening was something I learned in my youth when I was unhappy. I perhaps owe having become a painter to flowers.

Lots of people will protest that it's quite unreal and that I'm out of my mind, but that's just too bad

Color is my day-long obsession, joy and torment.

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

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.

Colors pursue me like a constant worry. They even worry me in my sleep.

My only desire is an intimate infusion with nature, and the only fate I wish is to have worked and lived in harmony with her laws.