And who understands? Not me, because if I did I would forgive it all.

But Paris was a very old city and we were young and nothing was simple there, not even poverty, nor sudden money, nor the moonlight, nor right and wrong nor the breathing of someone who lay beside you in the moonlight.

Courage is grace under pressure.

I would walk along the quais when I had finished work or when I was trying to think something out. It was easier to think if I was walking and doing something or seeing people doing something that they understood.

The one who is doing his work and getting satisfaction from it is not the one the poverty bothers.

Why do old men wake so early? Is it to have one longer day?

Everything that a painter did or that a writer wrote was a part of his training and preparation for what he was to do.