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.

My heart is forever in Giverny.

To see we must forget the name of the thing we are looking at.

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

My garden is my most beautiful masterpiece

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.

If the world really looks like that I will paint no more!