Listening only to my instincts, I discovered superb things.

I must have flowers, always, and always.

The light constantly changes, and that alters the atmosphere and beauty of things every minute.

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.

Lots of people will protest that it's quite unreal and that I'm out of my mind, but that's just too bad

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

I perhaps owe having become a painter to flowers.