Everyone discusses my art and pretends to understand, as if it were necessary to understand, when it is simply necessary to love.

For me, a landscape does not exist in its own right, since its appearance changes at every moment; but the surrounding atmosphere brings it to life - the light and the air which vary continually. For me, it is only the surrounding atmosphere which gives subjects their true value.

I perhaps owe having become a painter to flowers.

Light is the most important person in the picture.

It was at home I learned the little I know. Schools always appeared to me like a prison, and never could I make up my mind to stay there, not even for four hours a day, when the sunshine was inviting, the sea smooth, and when it was joy to run about the cliffs in the free air, or to paddle in the water.

Listening only to my instincts, I discovered superb things.

Everything changes, even stone.