He has drawn back, only in order to have enough room for his leap

Not he is great who can alter matter, but he who can alter my state of mind.

I love all who are like heavy drops falling one by one out of the dark cloud that lowereth over man: they herald the coming of the lightning, and succumb as heralds.

No artist tolerates reality.

We must take precautions against being prematurely honed sharp--since at the same time we are being prematurely honed thin.

I love those who do not know how to live for today.

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