The final lesson a writer learns is that everything can nourish the writer.

I like extravagance. Letters which give the postman a stiff back to carry, books which overflow from their covers, sexuality which bursts the thermometers.

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.

Adolescence is like cactus.

He does not need opium. He has the gift of reverie.

We don't see things as they are, we see them as we are." Life shrinks or expands in proportion to one's courage "People living deeply have no fear of death.

It is in the movements of emotional crisis that human beings reveal themselves most accurately.