Mastery.- We have reached mastery when we neither mistake nor hesitate in the achievement.

As an artist one has no home in Europe except in Paris.

I know my fate. One day my name will be associated with the memory of something tremendous — a crisis without equal on earth, the most profound collision of conscience, a decision that was conjured up against everything that had been believed, demanded, hallowed so far. I am no man, I am dynamite.

An educator never says what he himself thinks, but only that which he thinks it is good for those whom he is educating to hear.

... art approaches as a saving sorceress, expert at healing. She alone knows how to turn these nauseous thoughts about the horror or absurdity of existence into notions with which one can live.

New ways I go, a new speech comes to me; weary I grow, like all creators, of the old tongues. My spirit no longer wants to walk on worn soles.

Shared joys make a friend, not shared sufferings.