This very heart which is mine will forever remain indefinable to me. Between the certainty I have of my existence and the content I try to give to that assurance, the gap will never be filled. Forever I shall be a stranger to myself.

I was comfortable in all, I admit, but at the same time, nothing satisfied me. Each joy made me seek another.

A true masterpiece does not tell everything.

No ends, simply means.

Great ideas come into the world as gently as doves.

We get into the habit of living before acquiring the habit of thinking. In that race which daily hastens us towards death, the body maintains its irreparable lead.

Art does not tolerate reason.