The only domain where the divine is visible is that of art, whatever name we choose to call it.
He who has dreamed for long resembles his dream.
Genius is not perfected, it is deepened. It does not so much interpret the world as fertilize itself with it.
What is Man? A miserable little pile of secrets.
Seldom is a Gothic head more beautiful than when broken.
If you can't make art, make your life a work of art.