Soul is as necessary in a painting as body.
When one misses an opportunity one is apt to fancy that another will never present itself.
Life, that is Paris! Paris, that is life!
To say that my grief will be eternal would be ridiculous - nothing is eternal.
To a woman who knows her own mind men can only be a minor consideration.
Art consists precisely in making us admire old stories, charming us with them eternally, as Nature charms with her eternal sun, her ancient earth, and her men built all on the same pattern, and all animated by the same feelings.