“No, no thought to the winnings. One loves because one loves.”

The diseases that we civilized people labor under most are melancholy and pessimism.

Love is something eternal; the aspect may change, but not the essence.

Great things are not done by impulse, but by a series of small things brought together.

Everywhere we look, complex magic of nature blazes before our eyes.

The great artist is the simplifier.

Find things beautiful as much as you can, most people find too little beautiful.

Art demands constant observation.

I am seeking, I am striving, I am in it with all my heart.

There is no blue without yellow and without orange.

One must never let the fire go out in one’s soul, but keep it burning.

It is very necessary to work in the garden and see the flowers growing.

I put my heart and soul into my work, and I have lost my mind in the process.

There is nothing more truly artistic than to love people.

In an artist’s life, death is perhaps not the most difficult thing.

I put my heart and soul into my work, and I have lost my mind in the process.

There is nothing more truly artistic than to love people.

I continue coupling a plate of silver with one of zinc, and always in the same order, and place between each of these couples a moistened disk. I continue to form a column. If the column contains about twenty of these couples of metal, it will be capable of giving to the fingers several small shocks.

A lover should be two things at once: the wild and a home.

We love like fireflies, how we gravitate to each others glow.

If he can’t hear you when you’re silent, he won’t hear you when you’re not.

There’s one fool at least in every married couple.

I could sooner count the stars than list all the things I love about you.

Where both deliberate, the love is slight: Who ever lov’d, that lov’d not at first sight?

I don’t say I know what love is. But whatever it is, you are its every shade.