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

Without the fog, London would not be a beautiful city. It is fog that gives it its magnificent amplitude...its regular and massive blocks become grandiose in that mysterious mantle.

Color is my day-long obsession, joy and torment. To such an extent indeed that one day, finding myself at the deathbed of a woman who had been and still was very dear to me, I caught myself in the act of focusing on her temples and automatically analyzing the succession of appropriately graded colors which death was imposing on her motionless face.

Gardening was something I learned in my youth when I was unhappy. I perhaps owe having become a painter to flowers.

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

My only desire is an intimate infusion with nature, and the only fate I wish is to have worked and lived in harmony with her laws.

My life has been nothing but a failure.