These tears do me good, they have watered the parched place; perhaps my heart will grow again there!

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

To be made evident, truth must be sought for; for of itself it is slow to appear, and between ourselves and God the obstacles are so many!

The world will know and understand me someday. But if that day does not arrive, it does not greatly matter. I shall have opened the way for other women.

Where there is no longer love, there is no longer anything.

Travelling is like a novel: it's what happens that counts.

I love everything that makes up a milieu, the rolling of the carriages and the noise of the workmen in Paris, the cries of a thousand birds in the country, the movement of the ships on the waters. I love also absolute, profound silence, and, in short, I love everything that is around me, no matter where I am.