His heart is a desert island.... The whole scope, the whole energy of his mind surround and protect him; his depths isolate him and guard him against the truth. He flatters himself that he is entirely alone there.... Patience, dear lady. Perhaps, one day, he will discover some footprint on the sand.... What holy and happy terror, what salutary fright, once he recognizes in that pure sign of grace that his island is mysteriously inhabited!

Beware of what you do best; its bound to be a trap.

The best way to make your dreams come true is to wake up.

An artist never really finishes his work, he merely abandons it.

Great things are accomplished by those who do not feel the impotence of man. This is a precious gift.

Nothing beautiful can be summarized.

A man's true secrets are more secret to himself than they are to others.