Talent consists not in inventing shapes but in causing those that were invisible to emerge.

As far as I can see, only psychoanalysis can compete with Christians in their love of drawn-out suffering.

We musn't forget old people with their rotten bodies, old people who are so close to death, something that young people don't want to think about. We musn't forget that our bodies decline, friends die, everyone forgets about us, and the end is solitude. Nor must we forget that these old people were young once, that a lifespan is pathetically short, that one day you're twenty and the next day you're eighty.

If you want to heal Heal others And smile or weep At this very happy reversal of fate

If, in our world, there is any chance of becoming the person you haven't yet become...will I know how to seize that chance, turn my life into a garden that will be completely different from my forebears'?

To the rich, therefore, falls the burden of Beauty. And if they cannot assume it, then they deserve to die.

I won't get any better by punishing the people I can't heal.