The Louvre is a morgue; you go there to identify your friends.
Do as the beautiful woman: see to your figure and your petticoats. Though, of course, I am not speaking literally.
All spiritual journeys are martyrdoms
In Paris, everybody wants to be an actor; nobody is content to be a spectator.
The artist is a kind of prison from which the works of art escape.
True realism consists in revealing the surprising things which habit keeps covered and prevents us from seeing.