How good life is when one does something good and just!

An artist must know the reality he is depicting in its minutest detail. In my opinion we have only one shining example of that - Count Leo Tolstoy.

My God, a moment of bliss. Why, isn't that enough for a whole lifetime?

Everywhere I am the object of an unbelievable esteem, the interest in me is, quite simply, tremendous.

One can fall in love and still hate.

Thus, as a result of heightened consciousness, a man feels as if it's all right if he's bad as long as he knows it- as though that were any consolation.

To be too conscious is an illness. A real thorough going illness.