To evoke in oneself a feeling one has once experienced, and having evoked it in oneself, then by means of movements, lines, colors, sounds, or forms expressed through words, so to convey this so that others may experience the same feeling - this is the activity of art.

The possibility of killing one's self is a safety valve. Having it, man has no right to say life is unbearable.

Darkness had fallen upon everything for him; but just because of this darkness he felt that the one guiding clue in the darkness was his work, and he clutched it and clung to it with all his strength.

Anna smiled,as people smile at the weaknesses of those they love. . .

Progress consists only in the greater clarification of answers to the basic questions of life.

A monkey was carrying two handfuls of peas. One little pea dropped out. He tried to pick it up, and split twenty. He tried to pick up the twenty, and split them all. Then he lost his temper, scattered the peas in all directions and ran away

Woman is generally so bad that the difference between a good and a bad woman scarcely exists.