I wish they would take me as I am.

I feel a certain calm. There is safety in the midst of danger. What would life be if we had no courage to attempt anything?

As you can see, I am immersing myself in color-I've held back from that until now; and I don't regret it.

I am a man of passions, capable of and subject to doing more or less foolish things- which I happen to regret, more or less, afterwards.

We are surrounded by poetry on all sides.

You know, what makes the prison disappear is every deep, serious attachment. To be friends, to be brothers, to love; that opens the prison through sovereign power, through a most powerful spell. But he who doesn't have that remains in death. But where sympathy springs up again, life springs up again.

No blue without yellow and without orange, and if you do blue, then do yellow and orange as well, surely.