For the artist to attach himself to his work, or identify himself with it, is suicidal.

Develop an interest in life as you see it; the people, things, literature, music - the world is so rich, simply throbbing with rich treasures, beautiful souls and interesting people. Forget yourself.

And what is the potential man, after all? Is he not the sum of all that is human? Divine, in other words?

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.

France may one day exist no more, but the Dordogne will live on just as dreams live on and nourish the souls of men.

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

Work on one thing at a time until finished.