The artist vocation is to send light into the human heart.

Try to keep your soul young and quivering right up to old age.

A child motivated by competitive ideals will grow into a man without conscience, shame, or true dignity.

...Je n’ai pas cessé de l’être si c’est d’être jeune que d’aimer toujours !... L’humanité n’est pas un vain mot. Notre vie est faite d’amour, et ne plus aimer c’est ne plus vivre." (I have never ceased to be young, if being young is always loving... Humanity is not a vain word. Our life is made of love, and to love no longer is to live no longer.)

Life is a slate where all our sins are written; from time to time we rub the sponge of repentance over it so we can begin sinning again.

Once my heart was captured, reason was shown the door, deliberately and with a sort of frantic joy. I accepted everything, I believed everything, without struggle, without suffering, without regret, without false shame. How can one blush for what one adores?

Where love is absent there can be no woman.