Color in a picture is like enthusiasm in life.

Art is to console those who are broken by life.

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.

How rich art is, if one can only remember what one has seen, one is never empty of thoughts or truly lonely, never alone.

Though I am often in the depths of misery, there is still calmness, pure harmony and music inside me.

...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?

Someone has a great fire in his soul and nobody ever comes to warm themselves at it, and passers-by see nothing but a little smoke at the top of the chimney and then go on their way.