If you do not breathe through writing, if you do not cry out in writing, or sing in writing, then don't write, because our culture has no use for it.
When we blindly adopt a religion, a political system, a literary dogma, we become automatons. We cease to grow.
I know why familles were created, with all their imperfections. They humanize you. They are made to make you forget yourself occasionally, so that the beautiful balance of life is not destroyed.
I only believe in fire. Life. Fire. Being myself on fire I set others on fire. Never death. Fire and life. Les Jeux.
Throw your dreams into space like a kite, and you do not know what it will bring back, a new life, a new friend, a new love, a new country.
People living deeply have no fear of death.
Life shrinks or expands in proportion to one's courage.
Anxiety is love's greatest killer. It makes others feel as you might when a drowning man holds on to you. You want to save him, but you know he will strangle you with his panic.
Love never dies a natural death. It dies because we don't know how to replenish it's source. It dies of blindness and errors and betrayals. It dies of illness and wounds it dies of weariness, of witherings, of tarnishings.
We don't see things as they are, we see things as we are.
The only abnormality is the incapacity to love.
If all of us acted in unison as I act individually there would be no wars and no poverty. I have made myself personally responsible for the fate of every human being who has come my way.
Our life is composed greatly from dreams, from the unconscious, and they must be brought into connection with action. They must be woven together.
Dreams pass into the reality of action. From the actions stems the dream again; and this interdependence produces the highest form of living.
The artist is the only one who knows that the world is a subjective creation, that there is a choice to be made, a selection of elements
A war regarded as inevitable or even probable, and therefore much prepared for, has a very good chance of eventually being fought
To change skins, evolve into new cycles, I feel one has to learn to discard. If one changes internally, one should not continue to live with the same objects. They reflect one's mind and the psyche of yesterday. I throw away what has no dynamic, living use.
Dreams are necessary to life.
If what Proust says is true, that happiness is the absence of fever, then I will never know happiness. For I am possessed by a fever for knowledge, experience, and creation.
Life is a process of becoming, a combination of states we have to go through. Where people fail is that they wish to elect a state and remain in it. This is a kind of death.
There are only two kinds of freedom in the world; the freedom of the rich and powerful, and the freedom of the artist and the monk who renounces possessions
I cannot concentrate all my friendship on any single one of my friends because no one is complete enough in himself
Each friend represents a world in us, a world possibly not born until they arrive, and it is only by this meeting that a new world is born.
He does not need opium. He has the gift of reverie.
If happiness is the absence of fever then I will never know happiness. For I am posessed by a fever for knowledge, experience and creation.