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

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.

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

The older I become the more I realize of that I have to work very hard to reproduce what I search: the instantaneous. The influence of the atmosphere on the things and the light scattered throughout.

The effect of sincerity is to give one's work the character of a protest. The painter, being concerned only with conveying his impression, simply seeks to be himself and no one else.

I work at my garden all the time and with love. What I need most are flowers, always. My heart is forever in Giverny.

I didn't become an impressionist. As long as I can remember I always have been one.