When we grow old, there can only be one regret - not to have given enough of ourselves.
We should return to the Greeks, play in the open air: the drama dies of stalls and boxes and evening dress, and people who come to digest their dinner.
All that I have to offer as an artist is the revelation of my soul
I have the greatest of all riches: that of not desiring them.
I did not use paint, I made myself up morally.
The weaker partner in a marriage is the one who loves the most.