Tell me, do you think I'm going mad? I sometimes wonder, you know.
A work of art which did not begin in emotion is not art.
When I start thinking, all is lost.
Here, on the river's verge, I could be busy for months without changing my place, simply leaning a little more to right or left.
One does not substitute oneself for the past, one merely adds to it a new link.
Art is a harmony parallel with nature.