When I die my death will be caused by indignation at the stupidity of human nature.
To live, to have so much ambition, to suffer, to cry, to fight and, at the end, forgetfulness ... as if I had never existed.
To a woman who knows her own mind men can only be a minor consideration.
Life, that is Paris! Paris, that is life!
I long to see everything, to know everything, to learn everything!.
Art ... is as much a source of happiness for the beginner as for the master. One forgets everything in one's work.