We are condemned to live together.

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

To live is in itself a value judgment. To breathe is to judge.

What I believe to be true I must therefore preserve. What seems to me so obvious, even against me, I must support.

And for all his life it would be kindness and love that made him cry, never pain or persecution, which on the contrary only reinforced his spirit and his resolution.

I explained to him, however, that my nature was such that my physical needs often got in the way of my feelings.

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.