It's not the struggle that makes us artists, but Art that makes us struggle.
Without freedom there is no art.
Fancy language, like poplin, too often conceals an eczema.
Old women even forget how to love their sons. The heart gets worn out, Monsieur.
Nothing is more despicable than respect based on fear.
There is not one talent for living and another for creating. The same suffices for both. And one can be sure that the talent that could not produce but an artificial work could not sustain but a frivolous life.