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

To feel as well as hear what someone says requires whole attention.

I am my own Universe, I my own Professor.

Being always overavid, I demand from those I love a love equal to mine, which, being balanced people, they cannot supply.

I've got to relearn what I was supposed to have learned.

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

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.