One's life has value so long as one attributes value to the life of others, by means of love, friendship, indignation and compassion.

For years I thought my work still lay ahead, and now I find it is behind me: there was no moment when it took place.

Tragedies are all right for a while: you are concerned, you are curious, you feel good. And then it gets repetitive, it doesn't advance, it grows dreadfully boring: it is so very boring, even for me.

immortality is a terrible curse.

Woman is shut up in a kitchen or in a boudoir, and astonishment is expressed that her horizon is limited. Her wings are clipped, and it is found deplorable that she cannot fly.

When Goya was 80 he drew an ancient man propped on two sticks, with a great mass of white hair and beard all over his face, and the inscription, "I am still learning."

Buying is a profound pleasure.