France is the only place where you can make love in the afternoon without people hammering on your door.

A woman should say: 'Have I made him happy? Is he satisfied? Does he love me more than he loved me before? Is he likely to go to bed with another woman?' If he does, then it's the wife's fault because she is not trying to make him happy.

You have to love your children unselfishly. That's hard. But it's the only way.

What you lose in blindness is the space around you, the place where you are, and without that you might not exist. You could be nowhere at all.

You can only paint through your experience and sub-consciousness.

I love France. France is a nice place.