I asked the question for the best reason possible, for the only reason, indeed, that excuses anyone for asking any question - simple curiosity.

If one were to live his life fully and completely were to give form to every feeling, expression to every thought, reality to every dream.

Everyone is born a king, and most people die in exile.

I wonder that no criminal has ever pleaded the ugliness of your city as an excuse for his crimes.

We spend our days, each one of us, in looking for the secret of life. Well, the secret of life is in Art.

The fact is, that civilization requires slaves. Unless there are slaves to do the ugly, horrible, uninteresting work, culture and contemplation become almost impossible.

Death must be so beautiful. To lie in the soft brown earth, with the grasses waving above one's head, and listen to silence. To have no yesterday, and no tomorrow. To forget time, to forgive life, to be at peace.