Nature is a word, an allegory, a mold, an embossing, if you will.
Music fathoms the sky.
Whether you come from heaven or hell, what does it matter, O Beauty!
It is regrettable that, among the Rights of Man, the right of contradicting oneself has been forgotten.
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.
The immense profundity of thought in vulgar locutions, like holes dug by generations of ants.