They who see only what they wish to see in those around them are very fortunate.
Soul is as necessary in a painting as body.
... I will never love, for I should never be loved as I desire to be loved.
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.
one life would not suffice, mine especially. To touch everything and leave nothing after oneself! Ah! my God! I hope better than that. Ah! I am very cowardly, and under the blow of such a terror I am ready to believe in priests.