I want to undress you, vulgarize you a bit.

In the beginning was the Word. Man acts it out. He is the act, not the actor.

There is nothing strange about fear: no matter in what guise it presents itself it is something with which we are all so familiar that when a man appears who is without it we are at once enslaved by him.

Do anything, but let it produce joy. Do anything, but let it yield ecstasy.

An artist is always alone - if he is an artist. No, what the artist needs is loneliness.

We live in the mind, in ideas, in fragments. We no longer drink in the wild outer music of the streets - we remember only.

The dreamer whose dreams are non-utilitarian has no place in this world. In this world the poet is anathema, the thinker a fool, the artist an escapist, the man of vision a criminal.