I don't like work... but I like what is in work - the chance to find yourself. Your own reality - for yourself, not for others - which no other man can ever know.

I was constantly watching myself, my secret self, as dependent on my actions as my own personality

I have been called romantic. Well, that can't be helped. But stay. I seem to remember that I have been called a realist also. And as that charge too can be made out, let us try to live up to it, at whatever cost, for a change.

Your strength is just an accident owed to the weakness of others.

It occurred to me that my speech or my silence, indeed any action of mine, would be a mere futility.

The artist appeals to that part of our being...which is a gift and not an acquisition - and, therefore, more permanently enduring.

The sea - this truth must be confessed - has no generosity. No display of manly qualities - courage, hardihood, endurance, faithfulness - has ever been known to touch its irresponsible consciousness of power.