Life's wildest moment---she kneels on the sidewalk. Everything else she does is lies, lies.

The full and joyful acceptance of the worst in oneself may be the only sure way of transforming it.

There will be more calamities, more death, more despair. Not the slightest indication of a change anywhere. The cancer of our time is eating us away. Our heroes have killed themselves, or are killing themselves.

An artist earns the right to call himself a creator only when he admits to himself that he is but an instrument.

I didn't have to think up so much as a comma or a semicolon; it was all given, straight from the celestial recording room. Weary, I would beg for a break, an intermission, time enough, let's say, to go to the toilet or take a breath of fresh air on the balcony. Nothing doing!

Many is the mirage I chased. Always I was overreaching myself. The oftener I touched reality, the harder I bounced back to the world of illusion, which is the name for everyday life.

If one believes, then miracles occur.