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

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

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

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

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 I die my death will be caused by indignation at the stupidity of human nature.

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