Side by side with the human race there runs another race of beings, the inhuman ones, the race of artists who, goaded by unknown impulses, take the lifeless mass of humanity and by the fever and ferment with which they imbue it turn this soggy dough into bread and the bread into wine and the wine into song.

I have no money, no resources, no hopes. I am the happiest man alive.

Sex is one of the nine reasons for reincarnation... The other eight are unimportant.

Everyday we slaughter our finest impulses. That is why we get a heartache when we read the lines written by the hand of a master and recognize them as our own, as the tender shoots which we stifled because we lacked the faith to believe in our own powers, our own criterion of truth and beauty. Everyman, when he gets quiet, when he becomes desperately honest with himself, is capable of uttering profound truths.

The cradles of civilization are the putrid sinks of the world.

Every time you come to the limit of what is demanded of you, you are faced with the same problem-to be yourself!

The history of the world is the history of the privileged few.