People who are in love suspect nothing or everything.

Neither the passions not justice nor politics nor the great social forces ever consider the victims they strike.

The fact is that love is of two kinds, one which commands, and one which obeys. The two are quite distinct, and the passion to which the one gives rise is not the passion of the other.

In painting, you can suddenly come upon something so huge that no-one can deal with it.

What is art? Nature concentrated.

No man has ever yet discovered the way to give friendly advice to any woman, not even to his own wife.

Glory is a poison, good to be taken in small doses.