Integrity has no need of rules.

We come into the world laden with the weight of an infinite necessity.

The artist forges himself to the others, midway between the beauty he cannot do without and the community he cannot tear himself away from. That is why true artists scorn nothing: they are obliged to understand rather than to judge.

... I suppose that it is not so easy to go home and it takes a bit of time to make a son out of a stranger.

The mind's deepest desire, even in its most elaborate operations, parallels man's unconscious feeling in the face of his universe: it is an insistence upon familiarity, an appetite for clarity.

If we understood the enigmas of life there would be no need for art.

I have not stopped loving that which is sacred in this world.