Art ... is a force which blows the roof off the cave where we crouch imprisoned.

To work is simple enough; but to rest, there is the difficulty.

The more we have received in silence, the more we give in action.

Art ... is a force which blows the roof off the cave where we crouch imprisoned.

Sometimes a man imagines that he will lose himself if he gives himself, and keep himself if he hides himself. But the contrary takes place with terrible exactitude.

The man who gives up accomplishes nothing and is only a hindrance. The man who does not give up can move mountains.

There are those who would love each other if once they were to speak to each other; when they spoke they would discover their souls were separated by phantoms and delusions