It Is Necessary To Sleep

It Is Always Sad To Leave A Place To Which One Knows One Will Never Return.

Caught Up In Life, You See It Badly. You Suffer From It Or Enjoy It Too Much. The Artist, In My Opinion, Is A Monstrosity, Something Outside Of Nature.

Madame Bovary Is Myself.

There Are Neither Good Nor Bad Subjects. From The Point Of View Of Pure Art, You Could Almost Establish It As An Axiom That The Subject Is Irrelevant, Style Itself Being An Absolute Manner Of Seeing Things.

Everyone Became Brave From Excess Of Terror.