... I will never love, for I should never be loved as I desire to be loved.

I long to see everything, to know everything, to learn everything!.

Art ... is as much a source of happiness for the beginner as for the master. One forgets everything in one's work.

Art just consists in making us swallow the commonplaces by charming us eternally.

Soul is as necessary in a painting as body.

Time is the most terrible, the most discouraging, the most unconquerable of all obstacles, and one that may exist when no other does.

To a woman who knows her own mind men can only be a minor consideration.