The landscapist lives in silence.
The happiest is he who suffers the least pain; the most miserable, he who enjoys the least pleasure.
We are the two great painters of this era; you are in the Egyptian style, I in themodern style. (to Pablo Picasso)
Hatred as well as love, renders its votaries credulous.
Cities are the sinks of the human race.
I cannot now change my style, which I acquired, as you can imagine, by dint of labour.