Inability, human incapacity, is the only boundary to an art.

The conclusion does not belong to the artist.

If I cannot overwhelm with my quality, I will overwhelm with my quantity.

Art for me...is a negation of society, an affirmation of the individual, outside of all the rules and all the demands of society.

I would rather die of passion than of boredom.

It was always the same; other people gave up loving before she did. They got spoilt, or else they went away; in any case, they were partly to blame. Why did it happen so? She herself never changed; when she loved anyone, it was for life. She could not understand desertion; it was something so huge, so monstrous that the notion of it made her little heart break.

The only basis for living is believing in life, loving it, and applying the whole force of one's intellect to know it better.