Alas! Man's vices, horrible as they are supposed to be, contain the positive proof of his taste for the infinite.
A frenzied passion for art is a canker that devours everything else.
To be a great man and a saint to oneself, that's the only important thing.
Today I had a strange warning. I felt the wind of insanity brush my mind.
Delacroix was passionately in love with passion, but coldly determined to express passion as clearly as possible.
Even when she walks one would believe that she dances.