A work of art comes only from inside a human being.

Youth must go ahead and prosper. These young painters are all very talented people, but they all paint frescoes.

I find it difficult to imagine an afterlife, such as Christians, or at any rate many religious people, conceive it, believing that the conversations with relatives and friends interrupted here on earth will be continued in the hereafter.

Disease, insanity, and death were the angels that attended my cradle, and since then have followed me throughout my life.

From my rotting body, flowers shall grow and I am in them and that is eternity.

The notes I have made are not a diary in the ordinary sense, but partly lengthy records of my spiritual experiences, and partly poems in prose.

There is a battle that goes on between men and women. Many people call it love.