If one feels the need of something grand, something infinite, something that makes one feel aware of God, one need not go far to find it.

Even this artistic life, which we know is not real life, appears to me to be so alive and so vital that it would be a form ingratitude not to be content with it.

That I was not suited to commerce or academic study in no way proves that I should also be unfit to be a painter.

It is not the language of painters but the language of nature which one should listen to, the feeling for the things themselves, for reality is more important than the feeling for pictures.

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.

I confess I do not know why, but looking at the stars always makes me dream.

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