They who see only what they wish to see in those around them are very fortunate.

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.

Let us love dogs; let us love only dogs! Men and cats are unworthy creatures.

Soul is as necessary in a painting as body.

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

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

... I will never love, for I should never be loved as I desire to be loved.