I have no brakes on...analysis is for those who are paralyzed by life.

Jeanne, I fell asleep among the paintings, where I could sit for many days worshipping your portrait. I fell in love with your portrait, Jeanne, because it will never change. I have such a fear of seeing you grow old, Jeanne, I fell in love with an unchanging you that will never be taken away from me. I was wishing you would die, so that no one could take you away from me, and I would love the painting of you as you would look eternally.

I believe that men are generally still a little afraid of the dark though the witches are all hung, and Christianity and candles have been introduced.

destruction is ultimately self-destruction.

Life is a process of becoming, a combination of states we have to go through.

[On Paris:] A city never entirely known, yet which gives you the feeling of intimacy, of possessing it intimately.

The value of the personal relationship to all things is that it creates intimacy and intimacy creates understanding and understanding creates love.