Any man who does not have his inner world to translate is not an artist.
No one is truly dead until they are no longer loved.
[A cat] will lie the whole evening on your knee, purring and happy in your society.
To love is to admire with the heart; to admire is to love with the mind.
Sometimes he will sit on the carpet in front of you, looking at you with eyes so melting, so caressing and so human, that they almost frighten you, for it is impossible to believe that a soul is not there.
Yes, the work comes out more beautiful from a material that resists the process, verse, marble, onyx, or enamel.