I may be a lunatic, but then, wasn't my lunacy caused by a monster that lurks at the bottom of every human mind? Those who call me a madman and spurn me may become lunatics tomorrow. They harbor the same monster.

I have no conscience at all -- least of all an artistic conscience. All I have is nerves.

Yes -- or rather, it's not so much that I want to die as that I'm tired of living.

It is unfortunate for the gods that, unlike us, they cannot commit suicide.

..he understood far more deeply than anyone else the loneliness that lurked beneath his jaunty mask.

He felt so lost, he said later, that the familiar studio felt like a haunted valley deep in the mountains, with the smell of rotting leaves, the spray of a waterfall, the sour fumes of fruit stashed away by a monkey; even the dim glow of the master's oil lamp on its tripod looked to him like misty moonlight in the hills.

No matter how accomplished one might be in any branch of learning or art, one would have to be condemned to hell, if on where not endowed with th five cardinal virtues of Confucius-benevolence, justice, courtesy, wisdom and fidelity