The Thames was all gold. God it was beautiful, so fine that I began working a frenzy, following the sun and its reflections on the water.

I don’t think I’m made for any earthly kind of pleasure.

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

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

Apart from painting and gardening, I'm not good at anything.

I have made tremendous efforts to work in a darker register and express the sinister and tragic quality of the place, given my natural tendency to work in light and pale tones.

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.