Bodies have their own light which they consume to live: they burn, they are not lit from the outside.

Bodies have their own light which they consume to live: they burn, they are not lit from the outside.

I am so rich that I must give myself away.

I shall go so far that people will be seized with terror at the sight of each of my works of 'living' art.

At present, I am mainly observing the physical motion of mountains, water, trees and flowers. One is everywhere reminded of similar movements in the human body, of similar impulses of joy and suffering in plants.

I must live in my own excrement, breathe in my own poisonous sticky fumes. Yet I am a human being! I still am. Does no one think of that?

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.