I may not have been sure about what really did interest me, but I was absolutely sure about what didn't.

Thus, in a middle course between these heights and depths, they drifted through life rather than lived, the prey of aimless days and sterile memories, like wandering shadows that could have acquired substance only by consenting to root themselves in the solid earth of their distress.

but perhaps we should love what we cannot understand

To abandon oneself to principles is really to die - and to die for an impossible love which is the contrary of love.

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.

After all perhaps the greatness of art lies in the perpetual tension between beauty and pain, the love of men and the madness of creation, unbearable solitude and the exhausting crowd, rejection and consent.

There are people who prefer to look their fate in the eye