If you ask me what I came to do in this world, I, an artist, I will answer you: T am here to live out loud.'
One forges one's style on the terrible anvil of daily deadlines.
The fate of animals is of greater importance to me than the fear of appearing ridiculous; it is indissolubly connected with the fate of men.
Vines will be planted, corn will spring up, a whole growth of new crops; and people will still fall in love in vintages and harvests yet to come. Life is eternal; it is a perpetual renewal of birth and growth.
There are two men inside the artist, the poet and the craftsman. One is born a poet. One becomes a craftsman.
I defy you to find any real will, any reasoning force, outside of life. And everything is there; there is, in the world, no other will than this force which impels everything to life, a life even broader and higher.
I believe that all is illusion and vanity outside the treasure of truths slowly accumulated, and which will never again be lost. I believe that the sum of these truths, always increasing, will at last confer on man incalculable power and peace, if not happiness. Yes, I believe in the final triumph of life.
Perfection is such a nuisance that I often regret having cured myself of using tobacco.
If I cannot overwhelm with my quality, I will overwhelm with my quantity.
In my view you cannot claim to have seen something until you have photographed it.
I believe that the future of humanity is in the progress of reason through science. I believe that the pursuit of truth, through science, is the divine ideal which man should propose to himself.
If you shut up truth, and bury it underground, it will but grow.
The fear of life, the fear of burdens and of duties, of annoyances and of catastrophes! The fear of life, which makes us, through dread of its sufferings, refuse its joys. Ah! I tell you, this cowardliness enrages me; I cannot forgive it. We must live - live a complete life - live all our life.
