In art, there are only two types of people: revolutionaries and plagiarists. And in the end, doesn't the revolutionary's work become official, once the State takes it over?

I sit at my door, smoking a cigarette and sipping my absinthe, and I enjoy every day without a care in the world

I am a great artist and I know it. It's because of what I am that I have endured so much suffering, so as to pursue my vocation, otherwise I would consider myself a rogue - which is what many people think I am, for that matter.

Let everything about you breathe the calm and peace of the soul.

Life being what it is, one dreams of revenge.

Under the continual contact with the pebbles my feet have become hardened and used to the ground. My body, almost constantly nude, no longer suffers from the sun. Civilization is falling from me little by little. I am beginning to think simply, to feel only very little hatred for my neighbor - rather, to love him.

Take care not to step on the foot of a learned idiot. His bite is incurable.