If you ask me what I came into this life to do, I will tell you: I came to live out loud.

In my view you cannot claim to have seen something until you have photographed it.

One forges one's style on the terrible anvil of daily deadlines.

Every wave is a water sprite who swims in the current, each current is a path which snakes towards my palace, and my palace is fluidly built at the bottom of the lake, in the triangle of earth, fire and water.

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

Oh, that's typical of you modern young men; you've nibbled at science and it's made you ill, because you've not been able to satisfy that old craving for the absolute that you absorbed in your nurseries. You'd like science to give you all the answers at one go, whereas we're only just beginning to understand it, and it'll probably never be anything but an eternal quest. And so you repudiate science, you fall back on religion, and religion won't have you any more. Then you relapse into pessimism...Yes, it's the disease of our age, of the end of the century: you're all inverted Werthers.

If people can just love each other a little bit, they can be so happy.