Out of love, women become entirely what it is that they are in the imaginations of the men who love them.

Freedom is the will to be responsible for ourselves.

Art is the proper task of life.

One must still have chaos in oneself to be able to give birth to a dancing star.

Christianity has done its utmost to close the circle and declared even doubt to be sin. One is supposed to be cast into belief without reason, by a miracle, and from then on to swim in it as in the brightest and least ambiguous of elements: even a glance towards land, even the thought that one perhaps exists for something else as well as swimming, even the slightest impulse of our amphibious nature

I live in my own place - have never copied anyone even half, and at any master who lacks the grace - to laugh at himself - I laugh.

As refined fare serves a hungry man as well as and no better than coarser food, the more pretentious artist will not dream of inviting the hungry man to his meal.