But still, the other voice, the intuitive, returns, like grass forcing its way through concrete.

A story is told as much by silence as by speech.

Society, like nature, is one body, really.

Although the many virtues that courtesans possessed were employed to defy circumstances, the role they played depended on the same circumstances over which they triumphed- conditions which to, fortunately for modern women, no longer exist.

I think artists can go to a level of vision that can often save us from a situation which seems to have no solution whatsoever.

Perhaps every moment of time lived in human consciousness remains in the air around us.

Each life reverberates in every other life. Whether or not we acknowledge it, we are connected, woven together in our needs and desires, rich and poor, men and women alike.