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.

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?

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

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.

Let us love dogs; let us love only dogs! Men and cats are unworthy creatures.

What am I? Nothing. What would I be? Everything.