Often whole days pass without my speaking to anyone.

Someday death will take us to another star.

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

Yellow is capable of charming God.

...to look at the stars always makes me dream, as simply as I dream over the black dots of a map representing towns and villages. Why, I ask myself, should the shining dots of the sky not be as accessible as the black dots on the map of France?

Only when I fall do I get up again.

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