The loveliest creations of men are persistently painful. What would be the description of happiness?
It would be wisest not to worry too much about the sterile periods. They ventilate the subject and instill into it the reality of daily life.
If one could recover the uncompromising spirit of one's youth, one's greatest indignation would be for what one has become.
Of some forty families I have been able to observe, I know hardly four in which the parents do not act in such a way that nothing would be more desirable for the child than to escape their influence.
If life were organized, there would be no need for art.