I wanted to die; I wanted to surrender because I saw no sense in struggling. I felt that nothing would be proved, substantiated, added or subtracted by continuing an existence which I had not asked for.

All growth is a leap in the dark.

What have we to offer the world beside the superabundant loot which we recklessly plunder from the earth under the maniacal delusion that this insane activity represents progress and enlightenment?

The word civilization to my mind is coupled with death. When I use the word, I see civilization as a crippling, thwarting thing, a stultifying thing. For me it was always so. I don't believe in the golden ages, you see... civilization is the arteriosclerosis of culture.

We should not stop to reflect, compare, analyze, possess, but flow on and through, endlessly, like music.

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.

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