There are only two kinds of freedom in the world; the freedom of the rich and powerful, and the freedom of the artist and the monk who renounces possessions.

It is easy to love and there are so many ways to do it.

The personal, if it is deep enough, becomes universal, mythical, symbolic.

Tranquillity is contagious, peace is contagious. One only thinks of the contagiousness of illness, but there is the contagion of serenity and joy.

I sleep with my feet on moss carpets, my branches in the cotton of the clouds.

Expressing feelings is linked directly with creation... In this ability to tap the sources of feeling and imagination lies the secret of abundance.

Our life is composed greatly from dreams, from the unconscious, and they must be brought into connection with action. They must be woven together.