If you shut up truth, and bury it underground, it will but grow.

I am an artist... I am here to live out loud.

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 am spending delightful afternoons in my garden, watching everything living around me. As I grow older, I feel everything departing, and I love everything with more passion.

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.

Let us eat, drink and satisfy our coarse appetites, but let us keep our souls sacred and apart.

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.