I'm not performing miracles, I'm using up and wasting a lot of paint.

I would like to paint the way a bird sings.

The only merit I have is to have painted directly from nature with the aim of conveying my impressions in front of the most fugitive effects.

I would advise young artists to paint as they can, as long as they can, without being afraid of painting badly.

I perhaps owe having become a painter to flowers.

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.

Everything changes, even stone.