Psychoanalysts are not occupied with the minds of their patients; they do not believe in the mind but in a cerebral intestine.

It makes me happy to encounter goodness, love of work, humane intelligence, and people no matter at what kind of job, be it ever so humble, or ever so exalted, who do it well and con amore.

The ultimate justification of the work of art is to help the spectator to become a work of art himself.

You can parody and make fun of almost anything, but that does not turn the universe into a caricature.

Psychoanalysts are not occupied with the minds of their patients; they do not believe in the mind but in a cerebral intestine.

Literature in its most comprehensive sense is the autobiography of humanity.

I walk in the garden, I look at the flowers and shrubs and trees and discover in them an exquisiteness of contour, a vitality of edge, or a vigour of spring, as well as an infinite variety of colour that no artefact I have seen in the last sixty years can rival...each day, as I look, I wonder where my eyes were yesterday.