An idea is like a rare bird which cannot be seen. What one sees is the trembling of the branch it has just left.

People only see in us the contemptible skirt-fever which rules our actions but completely miss the beauty-hunger underlying it.

Life is like a cucumber. One minute it's in your hand, the next it's up you ass.

I see artists as a great battalion moving through paint, words, music towards cosmological interpretation.

I am just a refugee from the long slow toothache of English life. It is terrible to love life so much you can hardly breathe!

The richest love is that which submits to the arbitration of time.

after all the work of the philosophers on his soul and the doctors on his body, what can we really say we know about a man? That he is, when all is said and done, just a passage for liquids and solids, a pipe of flesh.