The thought is a deed. Of all deeds she fertilizes the world most.

If you ask me what I came into this life to do, I will tell you: I came to live out loud.

I am little concerned with beauty or perfection. I don't care for the great centuries. All I care about is life, struggle, intensity.

Perfection is such a nuisance that I often regret having cured myself of using tobacco.

If you shut up truth, and bury it underground, it will but grow.

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 am an artist... I am here to live out loud.

There are two men inside the artist, the poet and the craftsman. One is born a poet. One becomes a craftsman.

One forges one's style on the terrible anvil of daily deadlines.

The artist is nothing without the gift, but the gift is nothing without work.

The truth is on the march and nothing will stop it.

The thought is a deed. Of all deeds she fertilizes the world most.

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.

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.

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.

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.

In Paris, everything's for sale: wise virgins, foolish virgins, truth and lies, tears and smiles.

Keep well; that is the half of wisdom and of happiness.

One must be arrogant, indeed, to imagine that one can take everything in one's hand and know everything!

People like comfort; that's natural. But as for making money simply for the sake of making it, and giving yourself far more trouble and anxiety to gain it than you can ever get pleasure from it when it's gained, why, as for me, I'd rather sit still and cross my arms.

Selling beauty is something I can understand. Even selling false beauty seems perfectly natural; it's a sign of progress.

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.

Up to this day, there has been no proof of the existence of any intelligence other than the human.

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.

When people have not the same ideas, it is certainly better not to talk about them.

If you ask me what I came to do in this world, I, an artist, will answer you: I am here to live out loud.

She was cold by nature self love predominating over passion rather than being virtuous she preferred to have her pleasures all to herself.

The conclusion does not belong to the artist.

There are two men inside the artist the poet and the craftsman. One is born a poet. One becomes a craftsman.

The fate of animals is of far greater importance to me than the fear of appearing ridiculous.

My fiery protest is simply the cry of my very soul.

Now I see that going out into the testing ground of men it is the tongue and not the deed that wins the day.

Neither gods nor men can foresee when an evil deed will bear its fruit.

The smallest deed is better than the grandest intention.

With every deed you are sowing a seed, though the harvest you may not see.

In the final analysis there is no other solution to man's progress but the day's honest work, the day's honest decision, the day's generous utterances, and the day's good deed.

How far that little candle throws its beams! So shines a good deed in a naughty world.

It is a good deed to forget a poor joke.

A good deed never goes unpunished.

The deed is everything, the glory is naught.

One brave deed makes no hero.

While we are living in the present, we must celebrate life every day, knowing that we are becoming history with every work, every action, every deed.

Western history has been a history of deed done, actions performed and results achieved.

It is futile to judge a kind deed by its motives. Kindness can become its own motive. We are made kind by being kind.

The last temptation is the greatest treason: to do the right deed for the wrong reason.

No baseness or cruelty of treason so deep or so tragic shall enter our human world, but that loyal love shall be able in due time to oppose to just that deed of treason its fitting deed of atonement.

The purpose firm is equal to the deed.

We acknowledge and bewail our manifold sins and wickedness, which we, from time to time, most grievously have committed, by thought, word and deed.