Art that submits to orthodoxy, to even the soundest doctrines, but lacks imagination and deep self-expression is lost leaving only the craftsmanship.

In other people's company I felt I was dull, gloomy, unwelcome, at once bored and boring.

The scholar seeks truth, the artist finds.

In hell there is no other punishment than to begin over and over again the tasks left unfinished in your lifetime.

Do not do what someone else could do as well as you. Do not say, do not write what someone else could say, could write as well as you. Care for nothing in yourself but what you feel exists nowhere else. And, out of yourself create, impatiently or patiently, the most irreplaceable of beings.

Only those things are beautiful which are inspired by madness and written by reason.

There is no prejudice that the work of art does not finally overcome.