The monster I kill every day is the monster of realism. The monster who attacks me every day is destruction. Out of the duel comes the transformation. I turn destruction into creation over and over again.

We celebrate peace. Yet we pay no attention to the ways of curing aggression in human beings. And when one sees in psychoanalysis hostility disappearing as people conquer their fears, one wonders if the cure is not there.

If what Proust says is true, that happiness is the absence of fever, then I will never know happiness. For I am possessed by a fever for knowledge, experience, and creation.

... only love begets love.

Do not seek the because - in love there is no because, no reason, no explanation, no solutions.

I believe the lasting revolution comes from deep changes in ourselves which influence our collective life.

The one who travels like a lover searching for a new passion is suddenly blessed with new eyes, new ears, new senses.