Be clearly aware of the stars and infinity on high. Then life seems almost enchanted after all.

I want to touch people with my art. I want them to say "he feels deeply, he feels tenderly".

Find things beautiful as much as you can, most people find too little beautiful.

What a simple thing death is, just as simple as the falling of an autumn leaf.

Even this artistic life, which we know is not real life, appears to me to be so alive and so vital that it would be a form ingratitude not to be content with it.

I feel the need of relations and friendship, of affection, of friendly intercourse.... I cannot miss these things without feeling, as does any other intelligent man, a void and a deep need.

I shouldn't precisely have chosen madness if there had been any choice, but once such a thing has taken hold of you, you can't very well get out of it.