We have very beautiful bad weather here at present - rain, wind, thunder - but with splendid effects; that's why I like it.

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!!!

Poetry surrounds us everywhere, but putting it on paper is, alas, not so easy as looking at it.

Christ alone, of all the philosophers, magicians, etc., has affirmed eternal life as the most important certainty, the infinity of time, the futility of death, the necessity and purpose of serenity and devotion. He lived serenely, as an artist greater than all other artists, scorning marble and clay and paint, working in the living flesh. In other words, this peerless artist, scarcely conceivable with the blunt instrument of our modern, nervous and obtuse brains, made neither statues nor paintings nor books. He maintained in no uncertain terms that he made ... living men, immortals.

Normality is a paved road: It’s comfortable to walk, but no flowers grow on it.

I am always in the hope to express the love of two lovers by a marriage of two complementary colors - colors which marry each other... complement each other as a man and a woman do.

But by fighting the difficulties in which one finds oneself, an inner strength develops from within our heart, which improves in life's fight.