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.

It is only too easy to catch people's attention by doing something worse than anyone else has dared to do it before.

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

One day I am satisfied, the next day I find it all bad; still I hope that some day I will find some of them good.

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

These landscapes of water and reflection have become an obsession.

When you go out to paint, try to forget what objects you have before you - a tree, house, a field....Merely think, here is a little square of blue, here an oblong of pink, here a streak of yellow, and paint it just as it looks to you, the exact color and shape, until it gives your own naive impression of the scene before you.