What seems to me the highest and the most difficult achievement of Art is not to make us laugh or cry, or to rouse our lust or our anger, but to do as nature does-that is, fill us with wonderment.

What wretched poverty of language! To compare stars to diamonds!

By dint of railing at idiots, one runs the risk of becoming an idiot oneself.

Art is nothing without form.

And he beholds the moon; like a rounded fragment of ice filled with motionless light.

Put all your rage and madness into your work and live as orderly a life as possible.

I go from exasperation to a state of collapse, then I recover and go from prostration to Fury, so that my average state is one of being annoyed.