I loved my body and did not want it to perish; I loved my soul and did not want it to decay. I have fought to reconcile these two primordial forces.

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

My entire soul is a cry, and all my work is a commentary on that cry.

What is truth? What is falsehood? Whatever gives wings to men, whatever produces great works and great souls and lifts up a man's height above the earth - that's true. Whatever clips off man's wings - that's false.

We have our brush and colors - paint Paradise and in we go.

Die every day. Be reborn again every day.

Ah, if you could dance all that you've just said, then I'd understand.