And even this heart of mine has something artificial. The dancers have sewn it into a bag of pink satin, pink satin slightly faded, like their dancing shoes.

Everyone has talent at twenty-five. The difficulty is to have it at fifty.

Realism is more important than the sentiment of the picture.

Art is vice. One does not wed it, one rapes it.

It is people's movement that consoles us. If the leaves of a tree did not move, how sad would be the tree - and so should we.

I should like to be famous and unknown.

Boredom soon overcomes me when I am contemplating nature.