Why hurry over beautiful things? Why not linger and enjoy them?
I do not want horses or diamonds - I am happy in possessing you.
I will yield to popular demands only insofar as they do not betray my own convictions.
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?
My imagination can picture no fairer happiness than to continue living for art.
Is an artist much more than a beggar?