To say that my grief will be eternal would be ridiculous - nothing is eternal.

Life, that is Paris! Paris, that is life!

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

I want to live faster, faster, faster! ... I fear that this desire to live always at high pressure is the presage of a short existence. Who knows?

When one misses an opportunity one is apt to fancy that another will never present itself.

They who see only what they wish to see in those around them are very fortunate.

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