France is not poetic she even feels in fact a congenital horror of poetry. Among the writers who use verse those whom she will always prefer are the most prosaic.
I have nothing to hide in art. The initial force alone can bring anyone to the end he must attain.
My nervous system is enfeebled only work in oils can sustain me.
The awareness of our own strength makes us modest.
I lack the magnificent richness of color that animates nature.
Losing my anonymity in this world I think is something that I find...
Wherever you go, no matter what the weather, always bring your own...
You only live once, but if you do it right, once is enough.
