Henri de Toulouse-Lautrec

Life is too short for bad wine or dull company.

In Montmartre, the wind carries secrets of the night.

A true artist paints not what he sees, but what he feels.

The brothels of Paris are temples of human frailty.

I came into the world with two diseases: rickets and alcoholism.

Laughter is the best medicine, especially with a side of absinthe.

The line is the soul of the drawing.

Fame is fleeting, but a good poster lasts forever.

My body is small, but my canvases are vast.

In the dance of life, we all stumble.

Wine is sunlight held together by water.

The streets of Paris whisper to those who listen.

Color is the keyboard, the eye is the hammer, the soul is the piano with many strings.

Vice is the spice of existence.

I paint the women I love, and the nights I remember.

Short stature, tall tales.

The artist's life is a perpetual intoxication.

Posters should sing from the walls.

In the end, we all fade like old lithographs.

Absinthe is the aphrodisiac of the mind.