We lie loudest when we lie to ourselves.

A passionate obsession with the outside world or the private lives of others is an attempt to compensate for a lack of meaning in one's own life

Youth itself is a talent, a perishable talent.

The sense of inferiority inherent in the act of imitation breeds resentment. The impulse of the imitators is to overcome the model they imitate.

The Renaissance was a time of mercenary soldiers, ours is a time of mercenary labor.

The compulsion to take ourselves seriously is in inverse proportion to our creative capacity. When the creative flow dries up, all we have left is our importance.

We feel free when we escape - even if it be but from the frying pan to the fire.