“Did not one spend the first half of one’s days in dreams of happiness and the second half in regrets and terrors?”

I am spending delightful afternoons in my garden, watching everything living around me. As I grow older, I feel everything departing, and I love everything with more passion.

Violence has never prospered, you can’t remake the world in a day. Anyone who promises to change everything for you all at once is either a fool or a rogue!

I am an artist. I am here to live out loud.

The word realist means nothing to me, because I would subordinate reality to temperament. Give me what is true and I applaud; but give me what is individual and alive and I applaud even more.

If something’s just, I’ll let myself be hacked to bits for it.

They talked so, with secret hearts, without needing words, talking of other things. They could have suddenly continued their confessions aloud, without ceasing to understand each other.

If you ask me what I came into this life to do, I will tell you: I came to live out loud.

In love as in speculation there is much filth; in love also, people think only of their own gratification; yet without love there would be no life, and the world would come to an end.

When sometimes, behind his back, they called him a tyrant, he merely smiled and uttered this profound observation: If some day I turn liberal, they will say I have let them down.

The artist is nothing without the gift, but the gift is nothing without work.

Art is a corner of creation seen through a temperament.

Oh, the fools, like a lot of good little schoolboys, scared to death of anything they’ve been taught is wrong!

When truth is buried, it grows. It chokes. It gathers such an explosive force that on the day it bursts out, it blows up everything with it.

Civilization will not attain to its perfection until the last stone from the last church falls on the last priest.

One forges one’s style on the terrible anvil of daily deadlines.

The road to Lourdes is littered with crutches, but not one wooden leg.

May I love you away from the evils of today to the dreams of tomorrow, you know heaven has no sorrow.

When our memories outweigh our dreams, it is then that we become old.

A thicket of summer grass / Is all that remains / Of the dreams of ancient warriors.

Most people search high and wide for the key to success. If they only knew, the key to their dreams lies within.

Her afternoon tea is a fountain of daydreams.

Dreamlining is so named because it applies timelines to what most would consider dreams.

Fear’s what puts dreams to sleep.

Somewhere over the rainbow, skies are blue, and the dreams that you dare to dream really do come true.