It is as a soldier that you make love and as a lover that you make war.

Experience will guide us to the rules. You cannot make rules precede practical experience.

Night, the beloved. Night, when words fade and things come alive. When the destructive analysis of day is done, and all that is truly important becomes whole and sound again. When man reassembles his fragmentary self and grows with the calm of a tree.

Only the children know what they are looking for. They waste their time over a rag doll and it becomes very important to them; and if anybody takes it away from them, they cry.

Living is being born slowly. It would be a little too easy if we could borrow ready-made souls.

He who has gone, so we but cherish his memory, abides with us, more potent, nay, more present than the living man.

My drawing was not a picture of a hat. It was a picture of a boa constrictor digesting an elephant.