I imagine, joking apart, that to know love, one must make mistakes and then correct them.

Loving the same man or woman all your life, why, that's like supposing the same candle could last you all your life

He felt like a man who, after straining his eyes to peer into the remote distance, finds what he was seeking at his very feet. All his life he had been looking over the heads of those around him, while he had only to look before him without straining his eyes. p 1320

Art is not a pleasure, a solace, or an amusement; art is great matter.

How can one be well...when one suffers morally?

Art is a microscope which the artist fixes on the secrets of his soul, and shows to people these secrets which are common to all.

I don't think badly of people. I like everybody, and I'm sorry for everybody.