To express a marriage of two complementary colors, their mingling and their opposition, the mysterious vibrations of kindred tones.

What preys on my mind is simply this one question: what am I good for, could I not be of service or use in some way?

There is but one Paris and however hard living may be here, and if it became worse and harder even—the French air clears up the brain and does good—a world of good.

It is not only by one's impulses that one achieves greatness, but also by patiently filing away the steel wall that separates what one feels from what one is capable of doing.

To do good work one must eat well, be well housed, have one's fling from time to time, smoke one's pipe, and drink one's coffee in peace

Love is eternal, the aspect may change, but not the essence. 


What is done in love is done well.