I wonder how anyone can have the face to condemn others when he reflects upon his own thoughts.

How can I be reasonable? To me our love was everything and you were my whole life. It is not very pleasant to realize that to you it was only an episode.

There is nothing so degrading as the constant anxiety about one's means of livelihood.

Its a toss-up when you decide to leave the beaten track. Many are called, few are chosen.

The artist produces for the liberation of his soul. It is his nature to create as it is the nature of water to run down the hill.

It needs a good deal of philosophy not to be mortified by the thought of persons who have voluntarily abandoned everything that for the most of us makes life worth living and are devoid of envy of what they have missed. I have never made up my mind whether they are fools or wise men.

Reverie is the groundwork of creative imagination; it is the privilege of the artist that with him it is not as with other men an escape from reality, but the means by which he accedes to it.