There is no insurmountable solitude. All paths lead to the same goal: to convey to others what we are. And we must pass through solitude and difficulty, isolation and silence in order to reach forth to the enchanted place where we can dance our clumsy dance and sing our sorrowful song - but in this dance or in this song there are fulfilled the most ancient rites of our conscience in the awareness of being human and of believing in a common destiny.

I'm not me but living matter fermenting and forming its own shapes in the fruitfulness of every day.

This means that we have barely disembarked into life, that we've only just now been born, let's not fill our mouths with so many uncertain names, with so many sad labels, with so many pompous letters, with so much yours and mine, with so much signing of papers. I intend to confuse things, to unite them, make them new-born intermingle them, undress them, until the light of the world has the unity of the ocean, a generous wholeness, a fragrance alive and crackling.

I want to do for you what the spring does for the cherry trees

All paths lead to the same goal: to convey to others what we are.

Shyness is a condition foreign to the heart - a category, a dimension which leads to loneliness.

I no longer love her, that's certain, but maybe I love her. Love is so short, forgetting is so long.