Don't let one cloud obliterate the whole sky.

We are cruel when someone refuses to play the role in which we have cast him. We judge a person only according to his relationship towards us.

Art is the method of levitation, in order to separate one's self from enslavement by the earth.

She had acquired some of his gypsy ways, some of his nonchalance, his bohemian indiscipline. She had swung with him into the disorders of strewn clothes, spilled cigarette ashes, slipping into bed all dressed, falling asleep thus, indolence, timelessness...A region of chaos and moonlight. She liked it there.

You cannot save people. You can only love them.

Not afraid of poverty and drabness and who is untouched by it, untouched by the drunkenness of her friends; (she) who judges, selects, discards people with severity, who knows, when she is telling her endless anecdotes, that they are ways of escape, keeping herself all the more secret behind that profuse talk.

The ivory tower of the artist may be the only stronghold left for human values, cultural treasures, man’s cult of beauty.