Thanks to art, instead of seeing one world, our own, we see it multiplied and as many original artists as there are, so many worlds are at our disposal.

Desire makes everything blossom

People do not die for us immediately, but remain bathed in a sort of aura of life which bears no relation to true immortality but through which they continue to occupy our thoughts in the same way as when they were alive. It is as though they were traveling abroad.

Everything that seems imperishable tends to extinguishment.

The most powerful soporific is sleep itself.

Happiness is beneficial for the body, but it is grief that develops the powers of the mind.

To be an artist is to fail, as no other dare to fail... failure is his world and the shrink from it desertion