Everything was for tomorrow, but tomorrow never came. The present was only a bridge and on this bridge they are still groaning, as the world groans, and not one idiot ever thinks of blowing up the bridge.

Man torturing man is a fiend beyond description. You turn a corner in the dark and there he is. You congeal into a bundle of inanimate fear. You become the very soul of anesthesia. But there is no escaping him. It is your turn now.

It was only in my forties that I started feeling young.

I demanded a realm in which I should be both master and slave at the same time: The world of art is the only such realm.

Whatever I do is done out of sheer joy; I drop my fruits like a ripe tree. What the general reader or the critic makes of them is not my concern.

I soon found out you can't change the world. The best you can do is to learn to live with it.

We should not stop to reflect, compare, analyze, possess, but flow on and through, endlessly, like music.