I never forgive attacks on my work.

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

I am my own Universe, I my own Professor.

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

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

You must be true to yourself. Strong enough to be true to yourself. Brave enough to be strong enough to be true to yourself. Wise enough to be brave enough to be strong enough to shape yourself from what you actually are.

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