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

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

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

Soul is as necessary in a painting as body.

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.

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

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