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

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

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.

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

Color is my day-long obsession, joy and torment. To such an extent indeed that one day, finding myself at the deathbed of a woman who had been and still was very dear to me, I caught myself in the act of focusing on her temples and automatically analyzing the succession of appropriately graded colors which death was imposing on her motionless face.

The effect of sincerity is to give one's work the character of a protest. The painter, being concerned only with conveying his impression, simply seeks to be himself and no one else.

Listening only to my instincts, I discovered superb things.