Art is to console those who are broken by life.

What a simple thing death is, just as simple as the falling of an autumn leaf.

How rich art is, if one can only remember what one has seen, one is never empty of thoughts or truly lonely, never alone.

The victory one would gain after a whole life of work and effort is better than one that is gained sooner.

No blue without yellow and without orange, and if you do blue, then do yellow and orange as well, surely.

Ah! My dear friend painting is to us what the music of Berlioz and Wagner was before us - a consolatory art for sore hearts! And yet there are only a few like you and me who feel it!!!

You know, what makes the prison disappear is every deep, serious attachment. To be friends, to be brothers, to love; that opens the prison through sovereign power, through a most powerful spell. But he who doesn't have that remains in death. But where sympathy springs up again, life springs up again.