I need the pain of loneliness to make my imagination work.

I need the pain of loneliness to make my imagination work.

When we lose people we love, we should never disturb their souls, whether living or dead. Instead. we should find consolation in an object that reminds you of them, something...I don't know...even an earring

Painting is the silence of thought and the music of sight.

The thing that binds us together is that we have both lowered our expectations of life

For the traveler we see leaning on his neighbor is an honest and well-meaning man and full of melancholy, like those Chekhov characters so laden with virtues that they never know success in life.

In poetically well built museums, formed from the heart's compulsions, we are consoled not by finding in them old objects that we love, but by losing all sense of Time.