Colors Pursue Me Like A Constant Worry.

I Work At My Garden All The Time And With Love. What I Need Most Are Flowers, Always. My Heart Is Forever In Giverny.

The More I Live, The More I Regret How Little I Know

If The World Really Looks Like That I Will Paint No More!

I Still Don't Know Where I Am Going To Sleep Tomorrow.

What Could Be Said About Me...a Man To Whom Only His Painting Matters? And Of Course His Garden And His Flowers As Well.