The sole art that suits me is that which, rising from unrest, tends toward serenity.

Nothing is good for everyone, but only relatively to some people.

A work of art is an exaggeration.

Through loyalty to the past, our mind refuses to realize that tomorrow's joy is possible only if today's makes way for it; that each wave owes the beauty of its line only to the withdrawal of the preceding one.

How much more sensuality invites to art than does sentimentality.

The most subtle art, the strongest and deepest art - supreme art - is the one that does not at first allow itself to be recognized.

Each of us really understands in others only those feelings he is capable of producing himself.