A thimbleful of red is redder than a bucketful.

I want to reach that condensation of sensations that constitutes a picture.

Instinct must be thwarted just as one prunes the branches of a tree so that it will grow better.

I have always tried to hide my efforts and wished my works to have a light joyousness of springtime which never lets anyone suspect the labors it has cost me.

He who loves, flies, runs, and rejoices; he is free and nothing holds him back.

A young woman has young claws, well sharpened. If she has character, that is. And if she hasn't so much the worse for you.

There's nothing clinically wrong with me, only an emotional imbalance - I pass too quickly from the wildest enthusiasm to the blackest despair.