Example moves the world more than doctrine.

The real leader has no need to lead - he is content to point the way.

The world is the mirror of myself dying.

The worst sin that can be committed against the artist is to take him at his word, to see in his work a fulfillment instead of an horizon.

I'm delirious because I'm dying so fast.

What I want is to open up. I want to know what's inside me. I want everybody to open up. I'm like an imbecile with a can opener in his hand, wondering where to begin-- to open up the earth. I know that underneath the mess everything is marvelous. I'm sure of it.

Certainly paradise, whatever, wherever it be, contains flaws. (Paradisical flaws, if you like.) If it did not, it would be incapable of drawing the hearts of men or angels.