Don't for a moment believe He was killing the young; He was costuming angels. |
Emotion resulting from a work of art is only of value when it is not obtained by sentimental blackmail |
Enough of clouds, waves, aquariums, water-sprites and nocturnal scents; what we need is music of the earth, everyday music...music one can live in like a house. |
Everything one does in life, even love, occurs in an express train racing toward death. To smoke opium is to get out of the train while it is still moving. It is to concern oneself with something other than life or death. |
Film will only became an art when its materials are as inexpensive as pencil and paper. |
He has the manner of a giant with the look of a child, a lazy activeness, a mad wisdom, a solitude encompassing the world. |
Here I am trying to live, or rather, I am trying to teach the death within me how to live. |
I am a lie who always speaks the truth. |
I believe in luck: how else can you explain the success of those you dislike? |
I have a piece of great and sad news to tell you: I am dead. |
I have lost my seven best friends, which is to say God has had mercy on me seven times without realizing it. He lent a friendship, took it from me, sent me another. |
I know that poetry is indispensable, but to what I could not say |
I love cats because I enjoy my home; and little by little, they become its visible soul. |
I love cats because I enjoy my home; and little by little, they become its visible soul. |
If a hermit lives in a state of ecstasy, his lack of comfort becomes the height of comfort. He must relinquish it. |