And often he who has chosen the fate of the artist because he felt himself to be different soon realizes that he can maintain neither his art nor his difference unless he admits that he is like the others. The artist forges himself to the others, midway between the beauty he cannot do without and the community he cannot tear himself away from.

Something must happen; that is the reason for most human relationships. Something must happen; even servitude in love, in war, ordeath.

I feel more fellowship with the defeated than with saints.

What made me run away was doubtless not so much the fear of settling down, but of settling down permanently in something ugly.

In fact, other people create for lack of power. I, on the other hand, do not need a work: I live.

Lying is not only saying what isn't true. It is also, in fact especially, saying more than is true and, in the case of the human heart, saying more than one feels. We all do it, every day, to make life simpler.

Those who lack the courage will always find a philosophy to justify it.