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

I often think that the night is more alive and more richly colored than the day.

Love always brings difficulties, that is true, but the good side of it is that it gives energy.

I would like to leave this world and never return. I severed my ear, but how I wish that I had severed my heart. I shall never amount to anything.

Let me stop there, but my God, how beautiful Shakespeare is, who else is as mysterious as he is; his language and method are like a brush trembling with excitement and ecstasy. But one must learn to read, just as one must learn to see and learn to live.

I am a man of passions, capable of and subject to doing more or less foolish things- which I happen to regret, more or less, afterwards.

And love makes one calmer about many things, and in that way, one is more fit for one's work.