Under the continual contact with the pebbles my feet have become hardened and used to the ground. My body, almost constantly nude, no longer suffers from the sun. Civilization is falling from me little by little. I am beginning to think simply, to feel only very little hatred for my neighbor - rather, to love him.

Civilization is what makes you sick.

Art requires philosophy, just as philosophy requires art. Otherwise, what would become of beauty?

One's state of mind is three-quarters of what counts, so it has to be carefully nurtured if you want to do something great and lasting.

I shut my eyes in order to see.

A critic in my house sees some paintings. Greatly perturbed, he asks for my drawings. My drawings? Never! They are my letters, my secrets.

Stressing output is the key to improving productivity, while looking to increase activity can result in just the opposite.