At Epidaurus, in the stillness, in the great peace that came over me, I heard the heart of the world beat. I know what the cure is: it is to give up, to relinquish, to surrender, so that our little hearts may beat in unison with the great heart of the world.

The only peace, the only security, is in fulfillment.

I am living at the Villa Borghese. There is not a crumb of dirt anywhere, nor a chair misplaced. We are all alone here and we are dead.

Why change the world? Change worlds!

The only law which is really lived up to wholeheartedly and with a vengeance is the law of conformity.

I had to learn to think, feel, and see in a totally new fashion, in an uneducated way, in my own way, which is the hardest thing in the world. I had to throw myself into the current, knowing that I would probably sink.

Whoever uses the spirit that is in him creatively is an artist. To make living itself an art, that is the goal.