Claude Monet

It is extraordinary to see the sea; what a spectacle! She is so unfettered that one wonders whether it is possible that she again become calm.

I am installed in a fairylike place. I do not know where to poke my head; everything is superb, and I would like to do everything, so I use up and squander lots of color, for there are trials to be made.

I was definitely born under an evil star. I have just been thrown out of the inn where I was staying, naked as a worm.

I have always worked better alone and from my own impressions.

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

People discuss my art and pretend to understand as if it were necessary to understand, when it's simply necessary to love.

My life has been nothing but a failure.

I do have a dream, a painting, the baths of La Grenouillere for which I've done a few bad rough sketches, but it is a dream. Renoir, who has just spent two months here, also wants to do this painting.

Color is my day-long obsession, joy and torment.

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

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

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