Talent is a long patience, and originality an effort of will and intense observation.

But some day sooner or later our passion would have cooled - inevitably - it's the way with everything human.

I detest my fellow-beings and do not feel that I am their fellow at all

Talent is nothing but long patience.

It seems to me... that I have always lived! I possess memories that go back to the Pharoahs. I see myself very clearly at different ages of history, practicing different professions... My present personality is the result of my lost [past] personalities.

I had, as I told you, a great passion while still almost a child. When it was over, I divided myself in two, placing on one side the soul I kept for Art, and on the other, my body, which would have to fend for itself.

Beautiful things spoil nothing.