"Paint with whatever material you please – with pipes, postage stamps, postcards or playing cards, painted paper, or newspapers."
"I sing the joy of wandering and the pleasure of the wanderer’s death."
"We cannot carry our father’s corpse with us everywhere we go."
"Without poets, without artists, men would soon weary of nature’s monotony."
"The domain of the imagination is reality."
"My blue mask as a God puts on his sky."
"My Autumn eternal O my spiritual season."
"How slow life seems to me, how violent the hope of love can be."
"Even the automobiles have an air of antiquity here."