You are not alive unless you know you are living.
What I am seeking is not the real and not the unreal but rather the unconscious, the mystery of the instinctive in the human race.
What I look for is neither reality nor unreality but the subconscious, the instinctive mystery of the human race.
Happiness is an angel with a serious face
I want to be a tuneswept fiddle string that feels the master melody, and snaps.
Rome is not outside me, but inside me.. Her feverish sweetness, her tragic countryside, her own beauty and harmony, all these are mine, for my thought and my work.