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“every portrait that is painted with feeling is a portrait of the artist, not of the sitter. The sitter is merely the accident, the occasion. It is not he who is revealed by the painter; it is rather the painter who, on the coloured canvas, reveals himself.
Nowadays people know the price of everything, and the value of nothing.”
He lives the poetry that he cannot write. The others write the poetry that they dare not realise.”
It was the passions about whose origin we deceived ourselves that tyrannised most strongly over us.
Children begin by loving their parents; as they grow older they judge them; sometimes they forgive them.
