“Did not one spend the first half of one’s days in dreams of happiness and the second half in regrets and terrors?”

In love as in speculation there is much filth; in love also, people think only of their own gratification; yet without love there would be no life, and the world would come to an end.

When sometimes, behind his back, they called him a tyrant, he merely smiled and uttered this profound observation: If some day I turn liberal, they will say I have let them down.

The artist is nothing without the gift, but the gift is nothing without work.

Art is a corner of creation seen through a temperament.

Oh, the fools, like a lot of good little schoolboys, scared to death of anything they’ve been taught is wrong!

When truth is buried, it grows. It chokes. It gathers such an explosive force that on the day it bursts out, it blows up everything with it.

Civilization will not attain to its perfection until the last stone from the last church falls on the last priest.

One forges one’s style on the terrible anvil of daily deadlines.

The road to Lourdes is littered with crutches, but not one wooden leg.

If I cannot overwhelm with my quality, I will overwhelm with my quantity.

Respectable people, What bastards!

Everything is only a dream.

I have but one passion: to enlighten those who have been kept in the dark, in the name of humanity which has suffered so much and is entitled to happiness. My fiery protest is simply the cry of my very soul.

They dared not peer down into their own natures, down into the feverish confusion that filled their minds with a kind of dense, acrid mist.

Inability, human incapacity, is the only boundary to an art.

Lovers are made by a kiss.

I dreamt of you when our souls bled together and now we are eternal.

Since I was shot, everything is such a dream to me. Like I don’t know whether I’m alive or whether I died. I wasn’t afraid before. And having been dead once, I shouldn’t feel fear. But I am afraid. I don’t understand why.

I want to go deep inside so I can feel the warmth of your dreams.

Hope rises and dreams flicker and die. Love plans for tomorrow and loneliness thinks of yesterday. Life is beautiful and living is pain.

This is for all of you out there tonight, reaching for a dream – don’t ever give up! Never ever listen to anyone, when they try to discourage you, because they do that, believe me!

Don’t settle! Embrace a dream–and keep dreaming. Don’t be a bystander. Take it personally.

Dreamers dream about things being different. Visionaries envision themselves making a difference.

I don’t want to get down I want to get high. To stay high to fly high out of it.