The very nature of these inventions cries out for the goodness in men; cries out for universal brotherhood; for the unity of us all.

Where words leave off, gesture begins. Don't we speak of a person being speechless with rage, dancing with impatience, setting his teeth? The final motions of the soul are speechless, animal, grotesque, or of an incomparable beauty.

If anybody else says it's like old times, I'll jump out the window.

Failure is unimportant. It takes courage to make a fool of yourself.

Life is a play that does not allow testing. So, sing, cry, dance, laugh and live intensely, before the curtain closes and the piece ends with no applause.

Beauty is an omnipresence of death and loveliness, a smiling sadness that we discern in nature and all things, a mystic communion that the poet feels.

I do not need drugs to be a genius, do not take a genius to be human, but I need your smile to be happy.