Pictures aren't made out of doctrines. Since the appearance of impressionism, the official salons, which used to be brown, have become blue, green, and red...But peppermint or chocolate, they are still confections.

I perhaps owe having become a painter to flowers.

Listening only to my instincts, I discovered superb things.

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.

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

Zaandam has enough to paint for a lifetime.

To have gone to all this trouble to get to this is just too stupid! Outside there's brilliant sunshine but I don't feel up to looking at it.