With one eye you are looking at the outside world, while with the other you are looking within yourself.

The function of art is to struggle against obligation.

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.

What I look for is neither reality nor unreality but the subconscious, the instinctive mystery of the human race.

I want to be a tuneswept fiddle string that feels the master melody, and snaps.

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.

Happiness is an angel with a serious face