The richness of the world, all artificial pleasures, have the taste of sickness and give off a smell of death in the face of certain spiritual possessions.
Nothing is old, nothing is new, save the light of grace underneath which beats a human heart. - Georges Rouault
Nothing is old, nothing is new, save the light of grace underneath which beats a human heart.
- Georges Rouault
I am a believer and a conformist. Anyone can revolt; it is much more difficult to obey our inner promptings. - Georges Rouault
I am a believer and a conformist. Anyone can revolt; it is much more difficult to obey our inner promptings.
A tree against the sky possesses the same interest, the same character, the same expression as the figure of a human. - Georges Rouault
A tree against the sky possesses the same interest, the same character, the same expression as the figure of a human.
My only objective is to paint a Christ so moving that those who see him will be converted. - Georges Rouault
My only objective is to paint a Christ so moving that those who see him will be converted.
Anyone can revolt. It is more difficult silently to obey our own inner promptings, and to spend our lives finding sincere and fitting means of expres… - Georges Rouault
Anyone can revolt. It is more difficult silently to obey our own inner promptings, and to spend our lives finding sincere and fitting means of expres…
Nothing is old, nothing is new, save the light of grace underneath which beats a human heart. The way of feeling, of understanding, of loving; the wa… - Georges Rouault
Nothing is old, nothing is new, save the light of grace underneath which beats a human heart. The way of feeling, of understanding, of loving; the wa…
The conscience of an artist worthy of the name is like an incurable disease which causes him endless torment but occasionally fills him with silent j… - Georges Rouault
The conscience of an artist worthy of the name is like an incurable disease which causes him endless torment but occasionally fills him with silent j…
The artist discards all theories, both his own and those of others. He forgets everything when he is in front of his canvas. - Georges Rouault
The artist discards all theories, both his own and those of others. He forgets everything when he is in front of his canvas.
The richness of the world, all artificial pleasures, have the taste of sickness and give off a smell of death in the face of certain spiritual posses… - Georges Rouault
The richness of the world, all artificial pleasures, have the taste of sickness and give off a smell of death in the face of certain spiritual posses…
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