We have the right to lie, but not about the heart of the matter.

I cannot conceive any work of art as having a separate existence from life itself

No one has ever written, painted, sculpted, modeled, built, or invented except literally to get out of hell.

But how is one to make a scientist understand that there is something unalterably deranged about differential calculus, quantum theory, or the obscene and so inanely liturgical ordeals of the precession of the equinoxes.

We have the right to lie, but not about the heart of the matter.

So long as we have failed to eliminate any of the causes of human despair, we do not have the right to try to eliminate those means by which man tries to cleanse himself of despair.

I myself spent nine years in an insane asylum and I never had the obsession of suicide, but I know that each conversation with a psychiatrist, every morning at the time of his visit, made me want to hang myself, realizing that I would not be able to cut his throat.