One must never let the fire go out in one's soul, but keep it burning.
How to achieve such anomalies, such alterations and re-fashionings of reality so what comes out of it are lies, if you like, but lies that are more than literal truth.
If one truly loves nature one finds beauty everywhere.
Only when I fall do I get up again.
I will not live without love.
...to look at the stars always makes me dream, as simply as I dream over the black dots of a map representing towns and villages. Why, I ask myself, should the shining dots of the sky not be as accessible as the black dots on the map of France?