Cluster together like stars!

One's destination is never a place but rather a new way of looking at things.

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.

Perhaps I have not lined his portrait too clearly. But if he exists, if only for the reason that I have imagined him to be. He came from the blue and returns to the blue. He has not perished, he is not lost. Neither will he be forgotten.

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

We are all guilty of crime the great crime of not living life to the full. But we are all potentially free. We can stop thinking of what we have failed to do and do whatever lies within our power. What those powers that are in us may be no one has truly dared to imagine. That they are infinite we will realize the day we admit to ourselves that imagination is everything. Imagination is the voice of daring.

The waking mind, you see, is the least serviceable in the arts.