When spring comes to Paris the humblest mortal alive must feel that he dwells in paradise.

I want to undress you, vulgarize you a bit.

I demanded a realm in which I should be both master and slave at the same time: The world of art is the only such realm.

The new always carries with it the sense of violation, of sacrilege. What is dead is sacred; what is new, that is different, is evil, dangerous, or subversive.

True strength lies in submission which permits one to dedicate his life, through devotion, to something beyond himself.

I had learned to harness ignorance with presumption. I was ready to become an unacknowledged watercolorist.

In the attempt to defeat death man has been inevitably obliged to defeat life, for the two are inextricably related. Life moves on to death, and to deny one is to deny the other.