To a woman who knows her own mind men can only be a minor consideration.

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

Soul is as necessary in a painting as body.

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?

To a woman who knows her own mind men can only be a minor consideration.

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

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