Jika mawar itu berduri, tusuklah hingga merah darahku, agar aku terbangun pada kenyataan tanpa dirimu.

Every picture shows a spot with which the artist has fallen in love.

In my flowery dreams there's always you. I do not regret it one bit.

Remember her hair in the morning before it was pinned, black, rampant, savage with loveliness. As if she slept in perpetual storm.

Oh, the places you will go.

It occurred to me that if Africa needed us, sometimes we needed Africa a great deal more.

They lived and laughed and loved and left.

Don't start your day until you have it finished on paper first.

Work without joy is drudgery. Drudgery does not produce champions, nor does it produce great organizations.

The purpose of art is to console and amuse—myself, and, I hope, others.