What a desire! ... to live in peace with that word: Myself.

What can be heavier than wealth than freedom?

When love turns away, now, I don't follow it. I sit and suffer, unprotesting, until I feel the tread of another step.

There's no such thing beneath the heavens as conditions favorable to art. Art must crash through or perish.

It's just as possible to live to the full in a narrow corner as it is in bigness.

The truth is that I am enslaved... in one vast love affair with 70 children.

I see the mind of the five-year-old as a volcano with two vents: destructiveness and creativeness.