If boyhood and youth are but vanity, must it not be our ambition to become men?
There is no blue without yellow and without orange.
We have very beautiful bad weather here at present - rain, wind, thunder - but with splendid effects; that's why I like it.
God sends us pieces of art so that we may see ourselves in them
Art is to console those who are broken by life.
Both she and I have grief enough and trouble enough, but as for regrets – neither of us have any.