I wish to confound all these people, to create a work of art of a supernatural realism and of a spiritualist naturalism. I wish to prove... that nothing is explained in the mysteries which surround us.

He realized at last that the arguments of pessimism were powerless to comfort him

Ah; but my courage fails me, and my heart is sick within me! —Lord, take pity on the Christian who doubts, on the skeptic who would fain believe, on the galley-slave of life who puts to sea alone, in the darkness of night, beneath a firmament illumined no longer by the consoling beacon-fires of the ancient hope.

The modern painter…is an excellent couturier

Art and prayer are the only decent ejaculations of the soul.

Menacing lines of black tomorrows on the horizon.

Art is the only clean thing on earth, except holiness.