There is no salvation in becoming adapted to a world which is crazy.

The man who is forever disturbed about the condition of humanity either has no problems of his own or has refused to face them.

When spring comes to Paris the humblest mortal alive must feel that he dwells in paradise.

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

You make me tremendously happy to hold me undivided - to let me be the artist, as it were, and yet not forgo the man, the animal, the hungry, insatiable lover. No woman has ever granted me all the privileges I need - and you, why you sing out so blithely, so boldly, with a laugh even - yes, you invite me to go ahead, be myself, benture anything. I adore you for that. That is where you are truly regal, a woman extraordinary. What a woman you are! I laugh to myself now when I think of you. I have no fear of your femaleness.

I don't know whether you've ever had a woman eat an apple while you were doing it. Well, you can imagine how that affects you.

We're creators by permission, by grace as it were. No one creates alone, of and by himself. An artist is an instrument that registers something already existent, something which belongs to the whole world, and which, if he is an artist, he is compelled to give back to the world.