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

I didn't become an impressionist. As long as I can remember I always have been one.

The only merit I have is to have painted directly from nature with the aim of conveying my impressions in front of the most fugitive effects.

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

I waited for the idea to consolidate, for the grouping and composition of themes to settle themselves in my brain.

I've done what I could as a painter and that seems to me to be sufficient. I don't want to be compared to the great masters of the past, and my painting is open to criticism; that's enough.

It's on the strength of observation and reflection that one finds a way. So we must dig and delve unceasingly.