They hurt each other without wanting to, just because each represented to the others the cruel and demanding necessity of their lives.

To correct a natural indifference I was placed half-way between misery and the sun. Misery kept me from believing that all was well under the sun, and the sun taught me that history wasn't everything.

There are crimes of passion and crimes of logic. The boundary between them is not clearly defined.

The rebel can never find peace. He knows what is good and, despite himself, does evil. The value which supports him is never given to him once and for all - he must fight to uphold it, unceasingly.

On the ridge where the great artist moves forward, every step is an adventure, an extreme risk. In that risk, however, and only there, lays the freedom of Art.

One must place one's principles in big things. For the small, graciousness will suffice.

A symbol always transcends the one who makes use of it and makes him say in reality more than he is aware of expressing.