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.

As for myself, I met with as much success as I ever could have wanted. In other words, I was enthusiastically run-down by every critic of the period.

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 am following Nature without being able to grasp her, I perhaps owe having become a painter to flowers.

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

My work is always better when I am alone and follow my own impressions.

Zaandam has enough to paint for a lifetime.