The sight of stars always sets me dreaming just as naively as those black dots on a map set me dreaming of towns and villages. Why should these points of light in the firmament, I wonder, be less accessible than the dark ones on the map of France? We take a train to go to Torascon or Roven and we take death to a star.

The heart of man is very much like the sea, it has its storms, it has its tides and in its depths it has its pearls too

The fishermen know that the sea is dangerous and the storm terrible, but they have never found these dangers sufficient reason for remaining ashore.

Christ is more of an artist than the artists; he works in the living spirit and the living flesh, he makes men instead of statues.

For great things do not done just happen by impulse but are a succession of small things linked together.

The more ugly, old, nasty, ill, and poor I become the more I want to get my own back by producing vibrant, well-arranged, radiant colour.

One can speak poetry just by arranging colors well, just as one can say comforting things in music.