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

All I did was to look at what the universe showed me, to let my brush bear witness to it.

Listening only to my instincts, I discovered superb things.

Everyone discusses my art and pretends to understand, as if it were necessary to understand, when it is simply necessary to love.

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.

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.

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.