Let us start a new religion with one commandment, "Enjoy thyself.

Dead men hear no tales; posthumous fame is an Irish bull.

O God... make me a child again, even before I die; give me back the simple faith, the clear vision of the child that holds its father's hand.

Scratch the Christian and you find the pagan - spoiled.

Artistic truth is for me literally the highest truth: art may seize the essence of persons and movements no less truly, and certainly far more vitally, than a scientific generalization unifies a chaos of phenomena. Time and Space are only the conditions through which spiritual facts struggle. Hence I have here and there permitted myself liberties with these categories.

Take from me the hope that I can change the future and you will send me mad.

[T]he German censorship forbade or mutilated my every book, which was like sticking pins into my soul.