Just slap something on it when you see a blank canvas staring at you with a sort of imbecility.

The Mediterranean has the color of mackerel, changeable I mean. You don't always know if it is green or violet, you can't even say it's blue, because the next moment the changing reflection has taken on a tint of rose or gray.

The large majority of people are asleep and do not wish to wake up.

The sight of stars makes me dream.

The more I think about it, the more I realize there is nothing more artistic than to love others.

I am unable to describe exactly what is the matter with me; now and then there are horrible fits of anxiety, apparently without cause, or otherwise a feeling of emptiness and fatigue in the head.

Love always causes trouble, that's true, but in its favour, it energizes.