To live, to have so much ambition, to suffer, to cry, to fight and, at the end, forgetfulness ... as if I had never existed.

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

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

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

Nothing is ever so good or so bad in reality as it is in the anticipation.

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

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