For myself, I declare I don't know anything about it. But the sight of the stars always makes me dream.

No, no thought to the winnings. One loves because one loves.

The uglier, older, meaner, iller, poorer I get, the more I wish to take my revenge by doing brilliant color, well arranged, resplendent.

If one hasn't a horse, one is one's own horse.

Both she and I have grief enough and trouble enough, but as for regrets – neither of us have any.

In my view, I am often immensely rich, not in money, but (although just now perhaps not all the time) rich because I have found my metier, something I can devote myself to heart and soul and that gives inspiration and meaning to my life.

At times it is not easy for me to take up living again.