Romance only dies with life. No pair of pincers will ever pull it out of us. But there is a spurious sentiment which cannot resist the unexpected and the incongruous and the grotesque. A touch will loosen it, and the sooner it goes from us the better.

For it is a serious thing to have been watched. We all radiate something curiously intimate when we believe ourselves to be alone.

If we act the truth the people who really love us are sure to come back to us in the long run

Be soft, even if you stand to get squashed.

I believe in teaching people to be individuals, and to understand other individuals.

Only a struggle twists sentimentality and lust together into love.

In the creative state a man is taken out of himself. He lets down as it were a bucket into his subconscious, and draws up something which is normally beyond his reach. He mixes this thing with his normal experiences and out of the mixture he makes a work of art.