An artist is a person who lives in the triangle which remains after the angle which we may call common sense has been removed from this four-cornered world.

Some say that life has no form, that it is extremely diffuse. I think I can agree with them. ... A life without conclusions is painful.

I am a cat. As yet I have no name

The artist, even when he imitates nature, always feels himself to be not a slave but a demigod.

Loneliness is the price we have to pay for being born in this modern age, so full of freedom, independence, and our own egotistical selves.

Into the field of Yellow flowers The red setting sun!

From this observed behavior a major psychological truth about this race of forked destroyers may be deduced: that, just as nature abhors a vacuum, "mankind abhors equality."

On a charcoal kiln a vine keeps climbing, while being burned to death.

The happiness you feel is in direct proportion to the love you give.

Pain is never added to pain. It multiplies.

When you get scared, embarrassed, angry, nervous, with full of emotion and bad thoughts, remember to maintain your discipline. It earns you respect the more.

Nothing is worth more than this day.

The man that is once hated, both his good and his evil deeds oppress him.

Nothing moves at the Hotel New Hampshire! We're screwed down here-for life!

In the old days, if a neighbors apples fell into your yard, you worked it out over the back fence or picked them up and made pies. Today, you sue.

How do you tell an optimist that he or she has lived a happy life by mistake?

When you give someone your whole heart and he doesn't want it, you cannot take it back. It's gone forever.

This third day of October, 1942, is the first of a new era in transportation, that of space travel