“Nothing in the whole world is of interest to me but my painting and my flowers.”

Lots of people will protest that it’s quite unreal and that I’m out of my mind, but that’s just too bad.

I’m enjoying the most perfect tranquillity, free from all worries, and in consequence would like to stay this way forever, in a peaceful corner of the countryside like this.

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

It is a tragedy that we live in a world where physical courage is so common, and moral courage is so rare.

The richness I achieve comes from nature, the source of my inspiration.

Despite my exhaustion I have a devil of a time getting to sleep because of the rats above my bed and a pig who lives beneath my room.

I’m working hard with more determination than ever. My success at the Salon led to my selling several paintings and since your absence I have made 800 francs; I hope, when I have contracts with more dealers, it will be better still.

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.

My life has been nothing but a failure.

One day Boudin said to me, ‘Learn to draw well and appreciate the sea, the light, the blue sky.’ I took his advice.

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

Take clear water with grass waving at the bottom. It’s wonderful to look at, but to try to paint it is enough to make one insane.

One can do something if one can see and understand it.

Listening only to my instincts, I discovered superb things.

I want to paint the air in which the bridge, the house and the boat are to be found – the beauty of the air around them, and that is nothing less than the impossible.

Hear the universe sing with every shooting star, blooming petal, and pines in the wind- Love will find you.

The world was expecting her to be a beautiful flower. Society behaved in such a way that turned her into a fierce sword.

And like flowers under the sun’s yellow rays, you will bloom again.

Memories frozen and denied Flowers of my heart withered and dried.

Violets are blue, you have no clue how much I love you.

From all the flowers on the earth, she preferred to be a cactus-to bloom for the one, to push away the rest.

Of all the roses in the bush, you have the sharpest thorns.

You plant flowers In the darkest parts Of me, and then you bathe me in your light. Thank you for Helping me grow.