If I sit and daydream, the images rush by like a succession of colored slides.

I would like my pictures to look as if a human being had passed between them, like a snail, leaving a trail of the human presence and memory trace of past events, as the snail leaves its slime.

Nothing opens the heart like a true friend, to whom you may impart griefs, joys, fears, hopes...and whatever lies upon the heart.

We think according to nature. We speak according to rules. We act according to custom.

First the amendment of their own minds. For the removal of the impediments of the mind will sooner clear the passages of fortune than the obtaining fortune will remove the impediments of the mind.

Do not wonder if the common people speak more truly than those above them: they speak more safely.

A good conscience is a continual feast.