My imagination can picture no fairer happiness than to continue living for art.
Is an artist much more than a beggar?
My health may be better preserved if I exert myself less, but in the end doesn't each person give his life for his calling?
Why hurry over beautiful things? Why not linger and enjoy them?
I do not want horses or diamonds - I am happy in possessing you.
Treasures are no longer to be got by instrumental art.