Great ideas come into the world as gently as doves.

We turn our backs on nature; we are ashamed of beauty. Our wretched tragedies have a smell of the office clinging to them, and the blood that trickles from them is the color of printer's ink.

Instead of killing and dying in order to produce the being that we are not, we have to live and let live in order to create what we are.

... one cannot be happy in exile or in oblivion. One cannot always be a stranger. I want to return to my homeland, make all my loved ones happy. I see no further than this.

What gives value to travel is fear. It is a fact that, at a certain moment, when we are so far from our own country, we are seized by a vague fear and an instinctive desire to go back to the protection of old habits. I look upon it more as an occasion for testing.

A craving for freedom and independence is generated only in a man still living on hope.

In art, rebellion is consummated and perpetuated in the act of real creation, not in criticism or commentary.