A comforting acquaintance, hope, a contagious thing like spring, inebriating like lager.

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

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

I never forgive attacks on my work.

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.

We already have so much pressure towards sameness through radio, film and comic outside the school, that we can't afford to do a thing inside that is not toward individual development.

What can be heavier than wealth than freedom?