Throughout my life, my greatest benefactors have been my dreams and my travels; very few men, living or dead, have helped me in my struggle.

By believing passionately in something that still does not exist, we create it. The nonexistent is whatever we have not sufficiently desired.

To cleave that sea [the Aegean] in the gentle autumnal season, murmuring the name of each islet, is to my mind the joy most apt to transport the heart of man into paradise.

You have your brush, you have your colors, you paint the paradise, then in you go.

Man is able, and has the duty, to reach the furthest point on the road he has chosen. Only by means of hope can we attain what is beyond hope.

There is only one woman in the world. One woman, with many faces.

The heart unites whatever the mind separates, pushes on beyond the arena of necessity and transmutes the struggle into love.