Despite my extremely modest prices, dealers and art lovers are turning their backs on me. It is very depressing to see the lack of interest shown in an art object which has no market value.

I get madder and madder on giving back what I feel.

Every day I discover more and more beautiful things. It’s enough to drive one mad. I have such a desire to do everything, my head is bursting with it.

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

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.

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

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