Youth is happy because it has the ability to see beauty. Anyone who keeps the ability to see beauty never grows old.

In me, by myself, without human relationship, there are no visible lies. The limited circle is pure.

This perversion of the truth, familiar to the artist though it was, always unnerved him afresh and proved too much for him. What was a consequence of the premature ending of his fast was here presented as the cause of it! To fight against this lack of understanding, against a whole world of nonunderstanding, was impossible.

In a certain sense the Good is comfortless.

Sometimes I think I can expiate all my past and future sins through the aching of my bones.

Our art is a way of being dazzled by truth: the light on the grotesquely grimacing retreating face is true, and nothing else.

This noble body, equipped with everything necessary, almost to the point of bursting, also appeared to carry freedom around with it.