The true voyagers are those who go for the sake of traveling . . . and without quite knowing why, they say, 'Let us depart!'.

In this horror of solitude, this need to lose his ego in exterior flesh, which man calls grandly the need for love.

Forest, I fear you! In my ruined heart your roaring wakens the same agony as in cathedrals when the organ moans and from the depths I hear that I am damned.

A child sees everything in a sense of newness - he is always drunk. Genius is nothing but childhood re-attained at will.

I have to confess that I had gambled on my soul and lost it with heroic insouciance and lightness of touch. The soul is so impalpable, so often useless, and sometimes such a nuisance, that I felt no more emotion on losing it than if, on a stroll, I had mislaid my visiting card.

Delacroix was passionately in love with passion, but coldly determined to express passion as clearly as possible.

The world only goes round by misunderstanding.