Even if one’s whole life were a mistake, there is always time to change.

For there is only one great adventure and that is inward toward the self, and for that, time nor space nor even deeds matter.

I had to learn, as I soon did, that one must give up everything and not do anything else but write, that one must writer and write and write, even if everybody in the world advises you against it, even if nobody believes in you.

Art is only a means to life, to the life more abundant. It is not in itself the life more abundant. It merely points the way, something which is overlooked not only by the public, but very often by the artist himself. In becoming an end it defeats itself.

The real enemy can always be met and conquered, or won over. Real antagonism is based on love, a love which has not recognized itself.

History is the myth, the true myth, of man's fall made manifest in time.

If one believes, then miracles occur.