Do not reveal, if liberty is precious to you; my face is the prison of love.

Having wandered some distance among gloomy rocks, I came to the entrance of a great cavern ... Two contrary emotions arose in me: fear and desire--fear of the threatening dark cavern, desire to see whether there were any marvelous things in it.

In fact, whatever exists in the universe, in essence, in appearance, in the imagination, the painter has first in his mind and then in his hands ... it lies in his power to create them . . .

The deeper the feeling, the greater the pain

Small rooms or dwellings set the mind in the right path, large ones cause it to go astray.

Art lives from constraints and dies from freedom.

Love shows itself more in adversity than in prosperity; as light does, which shines most where the place is darkest.