The inner chambers of the soul are like the photographer's darkroom. Like a laboratory. One cannot stay there all the time or it becomes the solitary cell of the neurotic.

Life is truly known only to those who suffer, lose, endure adversity and stumble from defeat to defeat.

The ivory tower of the artist may be the only stronghold left for human values, cultural treasures, man’s cult of beauty.

[in the]..curious way that my idealism has been mixed with my fatalism, so that I can possess the soul of a dreamer and that of a cynic at the same time......I possess a power of magic...[to] destroy the balance of a well-designed destiny with my diabolical mind.

You can either give negativity power over your life or you can choose happiness instead.

gold never comes to the dreamers - except in dreams.

It amazes me that you feel that each time you write a story you give away one of your dreams and you feel the poorer for it. But then you have not thought that this dream is planted in others, others begin to live it too, it is shared, it is the beginning of friendship and love. How is this world made which you enjoy, the friends around me that you love? They came because I first gave away my stories.