You don’t make art out of good intentions.

Love, to her, was something hat comes suddenly, like a blinding flash of lightening - a heaven-sent storm hurled into life, uprooting it, sweeping every will before it like a leaf, engulfing all feelings.

One must always hope when one is desperate, and doubt when one hopes.

After the pain of this disappointment her heart once more stood empty, and the succession of identical days began again.

Style is as much under the words as in the words. It is as much the soul as it is the flesh of a work.

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.

On certain occasions art can shake very ordinary spirits, and whole worlds can be revealed by its clumsiest interpreters.