There is always a need for intoxication: China has opium, Islam has hashish, the West has woman.

What is Man? A miserable little pile of secrets.

The next century's task will be to rediscover its gods.

In art, we are the first heirs of all the earth. . . . Accidents impair and Time transforms, but it is we who choose.

The only domain where the divine is visible is that of art, whatever name we choose to call it.

One can fool life for a long time, but in the end it always makes us what we were intended to be.

And when man faces destiny, destiny ends and man comes into his own.