Everything is dead while it lives.
I must see new things and investigate them. I want to taste dark water and see crackling trees and wild winds.
All beautiful and noble qualities have been united in me... I shall be the fruit which will leave eternal vitality behind even after its decay. How great must be your joy, therefore, to have given birth to me.
Art cannot be modern. Art is primordially eternal.
I am so rich that I must give myself away.
My mother is a very strange woman... She doesn't understand me in the least and doesn't love me much either. If she had either love or understanding she would be prepared to make sacrifices