Experience teaches acceptance of the imperfect as life.

To withhold from living is to die ... the more you give of yourself to life the more life nourishes you.

Don't let one cloud obliterate the whole sky.

When I cannot bear outer pressures anymore, I begin to put order in my belongings...As if unable to organize and control my life, I seek to exert this on the world of objects.

I have so strong a sense of creation, of tomorrow, that I cannot get drunk, knowing I will be less alive, less well, less creative the next day.

The unknown was my compass. The unknown was my encyclopedia. The unnamed was my science and progress.

We three belong to the Middle Ages. We have this need of heroism, and there is no place for such feelings in modern life. That is our tragedy. Once I wanted to be a saint. It seemed the only absolute act left to do, for what is most powerful in me is the craving for purity, greatness.