Ideas for work are coming to me in abundance...I'm going like a painting-locomotive.

Success is sometimes the outcome of a whole string of failures.

But after all I find in my work an echo of what struck me. I see that nature has told me something, has spoken to me, and that I have put it down in shorthand. In my shorthand there may be words that cannot be deciphered. There may be mistakes or gap

Ideas for work are coming to me in abundance...I'm going like a painting-locomotive.

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

If boyhood and youth are but vanity, must it not be our ambition to become men?

The sight of stars always sets me dreaming just as naively as those black dots on a map set me dreaming of towns and villages. Why should these points of light in the firmament, I wonder, be less accessible than the dark ones on the map of France? We take a train to go to Torascon or Roven and we take death to a star.