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

No, I'm not a great painter. Neither am I a great poet.

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.

The richness I achieve comes from nature, the source of my inspiration.

It is a tragedy that we live in a world where physical courage is so common, and moral courage is so rare.

What could be said about me...a man to whom only his painting matters? And of course his garden and his flowers as well.

I perhaps owe having become a painter to flowers.