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

I think I would be happy in that place I happen not to be, and this question of moving house is the subject of a perpetual dialogue I have with my soul.

God is the only being who, in order to reign, doesn't even need to exist.

I felt passing over me the wind of the wing of madness.

To the solemn graves, near a lonely cemetery, my heart like a muffled drum is beating funeral marches.

To be away from home and yet to feel oneself everywhere at home; to see the world, to be at the centre of the world, and yet to remain hidden from the world—impartial natures which the tongue can but clumsily define. The spectator is a prince who everywhere rejoices in his incognito.

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