Don't walk behind me; I may not lead. Don't walk in front of me; I may not follow. Just walk beside me and be my friend.

I make myself strict rules in order to correct my nature. But it is my nature that I finally obey.

The first progressive step for a mind overwhelmed by the strangeness of things is to realize that this feeling of strangeness is shared with all men and that human reality, in its entirety, suffers from the distance which separates it from the rest of the universe.

A work of art is a confession.

From the evening breeze to this hand on my shoulder, everything has its truth.

There are places where the mind dies so that a truth which is its very denial may be born.

One recognizes one's course by discovering the paths that stray from it.