Nothing develops intelligence like travel.

The word realist means nothing to me, because I would subordinate reality to temperament. Give me what is true and I applaud; but give me what is individual and alive and I applaud even more.

Did not one spend the first half of one's days in dreams of happiness and the second half in regrets and terrors?

When you have a sorrow that is too great it leaves no room for any other.

I am little concerned with beauty or perfection. I don't care for the great centuries. All I care about is life, struggle, intensity.

The artist is nothing without the gift, but the gift is nothing without work.

Did science promise happiness? I do not believe it. It promised truth, and the question is to know if we will ever make happiness with truth.