The form of a town changes more swiftly alas! Than the heart of a mortal.

Artist should look at the reality and brutality of modern life in all its color, nature with all its imperfections - that should be the challenge to the modern painter not the didactic idealization of the past. The new generation should forge a new path.

Genius is nothing more nor less than childhood recaptured at will.

You walk on corpses, beauty, undismayed.

There is no dream of love, however ideal it may be, which does not end up with a fat, greedy baby hanging from the breast.

It is unfortunately very true that, without leisure and money, love can be no more than an orgy of the common man. Instead of being a sudden impulse full of ardor and reverie, it becomes a distastefully utilitarian affair.

It would perhaps be nice to be alternately the victim and the executioner.