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

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.

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

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

I must have flowers, always, and always.

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

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.