It all seemed a hollow sham now - that strict code, that conscientious virtue that condemned her to the sterile joys of pious women! No, no, she'd had enough of that; she wanted to live!

There are two men inside the artist, the poet and the craftsman. One is born a poet. One becomes a craftsman.

Don't go looking at me like that because you'll wear your eyes out.

Respectable people... What bastards!

Why is it that my heart is so touched whenever I meet a dog lost in our noisy streets? Why do I feel such anguished pity when I see one of these creatures coming and going, sniffing everyone, frightened, despairing of even finding its master?

If you shut up truth and bury it under the ground, it will but grow, and gather to itself such explosive power that the day it bursts through it will blow up everything in its way.

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