The lover of life makes the whole world into his family, just as the lover of the fair sex creates his from all the lovely women he has found, from those that could be found, and those who are impossible to find.

Doubt, or the absence of faith and naivete, is a vice peculiar to this age, for no one is obedient nowadays; and naivete, which means the dominance of temperament in the manner, is a gift from God, possessed by very few.

What is irritating about love is that it is a crime that requires an accomplice.

Evil is committed without effort, naturally, fatally; goodness is always the product of some art.

If a given combination of trees, mountains, water, and houses, say a landscape, is beautiful, it is not so by itself, but because of me, of my favor, of the idea or feeling I attach to it.

This industry [photography], by invading the territories of art, has become art's most mortal enemy.

It is by universal misunderstanding that all agree. For if, by ill luck, people understood each other, they would never agree.