have you ever seen a genius out there looking for a job? it's the saddest thing in the world. no one will hire him. there is only one place where he is always welcome- at the bottom.

Don't look for miracles. You yourself are the miracle.

Whatever I do is done out of sheer joy; I drop my fruits like a ripe tree. What the general reader or the critic makes of them is not my concern.

Man, as man, has never realized himself. The greater part of him, his potential being, has always been submerged. What is history if not the endless story of his repeated failures?

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

How different the new order would be if we could consult the veteran instead of the politician.

I want to undress you, vulgarize you a bit.