Like every beginner, I have thought you could beat, pummel and thrash an idea into existence. Under such treatment, of course, any decent idea folds up its paws, turns on its back, fixes its eyes on eternity, and dies.

I think the only way we can grow and get on in this world is to accept the fact we're not perfect and live accordingly.

The gift of life is so precious that we should feel an obligation to pay back the universe for the gift of being alive.

Think of Shakespeare and Melville and you think of thunder, lightning, wind. They all knew the joy of creating in large or small forms, on unlimited or restricted canvases. These are the children of the gods.

Everything is generated through your own will power. You don't have to do anything you don't want to do. This is a democracy. You go where you want to go and do what you want to do.

Everything that happens before Death is what counts.

Tell us again, for we forget, that work done without love is stillborn, mindless, and lost in the very hour of its deliverance.