Even if it doesn't work, there is something healthy and invigorating about direct action

To paint is to love again, and to love is to live life to the fullest.

The practice of any art demands more than 'mere savoir faire'. One must not only be in love with what one does, one must also know how to make love. In love self is obliterated. Only the beloved counts.

One can see now how the idea of heaven takes hold of men's consciousness, how it gains ground even when all the props have been knocked from under it. There must be another world beside this swamp in which everything is dumped pell-mell. It's hard to imagine what it can be like, this heaven that men dream about.

Every man is working out his destiny in his own way and nobody can be of any help except by being kind, generous, and patient.

There's something perverse about women...they're all masochists at heart.

We live in the mind, in ideas, in fragments. We no longer drink in the wild outer music of the streets - we remember only.