Actual life was chaos, but there was something terribly logical in the imagination. It was the imagination that set remorse to dog the feet of sin. It was the imagination that made each crime bear its misshapen brood. In the common world of fact the wicked were not punished, nor the good rewarded. Success was given to the strong, failure thrust upon the weak. That was all.

One's dreams must be big enough so as not to lose sight of them.

Children begin by loving their parents; after a time they judge them; rarely, if ever, do they forgive them.

Good taste is the excuse I've always given for leading such a bad life

He is really not so ugly after all, provided, of course, that one shuts one's eyes, and does not look at him.

A mask tells us more than a face.

The best art is about individualism, free self-expression and realising a unique, imaginative perspective- A true artist takes no notice whatever of the public. The public are to him non-existent.