All of a sudden I had the revelation of how enchanting my pond was.

No one is an artist unless he carries his picture in his head before painting it, and is sure of his method and composition.

It's enough to drive you crazy, trying to depict the weather, the atmosphere, the ambience.

I would love to do orange and lemon trees silhouetted against the blue sea, but I cannot find them the way I want them.

I'm getting so slow at my work it makes me despair, but... I'm increasingly obsessed by the need to render what I experience, and I'm praying that I'll have a few more good years left to me.

The Seine. I have painted it all my life, at all hours of the day, at all times of the year, from Paris to the sea…Argenteuil, Poissy, Vétheuil, Giverny, Rouen, Le Havre.

My garden is my most beautiful masterpiece.

I am pleased with the exhibition... everything on display was sold for a good price to decent people. It has been a long time since I believed that you could educate public taste.

A good impression is lost so quickly.

Eventually, my eyes were opened, and I really understood nature. I learned to love at the same time.

No, I'm not a great painter. Neither am I a great poet.

Colors pursue me like a constant worry. They even worry me in my sleep.

Despite my extremely modest prices, dealers and art lovers are turning their backs on me. It is very depressing to see the lack of interest shown in an art object which has no market value.

I pass my time in the open air on the beach when it is really heavy weather or when the boats go out fishing.

I will do water -- beautiful, blue water.

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

I'm continuing to work hard, not without periods of discouragement, but my strength comes back again.

Try to forget what objects you have before you - a tree, a house, a field, or whatever. Merely think, 'Here is a little square of blue, here an oblong of pink, here a streak of yellow,' and paint it just as it looks to you, the exact color and shape, until it gives you your own impression of the scene before you.

My wish is to stay always like this, living quietly in a corner of nature.

My life has been nothing but a failure.