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.

It is not so much the content of what one says as the way in which one says it. However important the thing you say, what's the good of it if not heard or, being heard, not felt?

How much of my true self I camouflage and choke in order to commend myself to him, denying the fullness of me. How often have I paraded sweetness and interest when I felt otherwise; pretended to take careful leave of him on many an occasion when I would rather have walked right out. How I've toned myself down, diluted myself to maintain his approval.

Children have two visions, the inner and the outer. Of the two the inner vision is brighter.

Inspiration is the richest nation I know, the most powerful on earth. Sexual energy Freud calls it; the capital of desire I call it; it pays for both mental and physical expenditure.

What can be heavier than wealth than freedom?