Someday there will be girls and women whose name will no longer mean the mere opposite of the male, but something in itself, something that makes one think not of any complement and limit, but only life and reality: the female human being.

Being an artist means, not reckoning and counting, but ripening like the tree which does not force its sap and stands confidence in the storms of spring without fear that after them may come no summer

Somewhere there is an ancient enmity between our daily life and the great work. Help me in saying it, to understand it.

Speaking of August Rodin: He raised his world above us in an immense arc, and made it a part of nature.

Be-and yet know the great void where all things begin, the infinite source of your own most intense vibration, so that, this once, you may give it your perfect assent.

Works of art always spring from those who have faced the danger, gone to the very end of an experience, to the point beyond which no human being can go. The further one dares to go, the more decent, the more personal, the more unique a life becomes.

most people come to know only one corner of their room, one spot near the window, one narrow strip on which they keep walking back and forth.