Once in a mental hospital, a person grows used to the freedom that exists in the world of madness and becomes addicted to it. You no longer have to take on responsibilities, to struggle to earn your daily bread, to be bothered with repetitive, mundane tasks. You could spend hours looking at a picture or making absurd doodles. Everything is torelated because, after all, the person is mentally ill.

He views life with tenderness and determination.

But love is always new. Regardless of whether we love once, twice, or a dozen times in our life, we always face a brand-new situation. Love can consign us to hell or to paradise, but it always takes us somewhere. We simply have to accept it, because it is what nourishes our existence. We have to take love where we find it, even if that means hours, days, weeks of disappointment and sadness.

History will only change when we are able to use the energy of love, just as we use the energy of the wind, the seas, the atom.

Success does not come from having one's work recognized by others. It is the fruit of the seed that you lovingly planted.

Whatever I did, I did with love and I did with honesty.

I want to continue being crazy; living my life the way I dream it, and not the way the other people want it to be.