Death Is Loneliness In Its Purest Form.

I Always Knew One Thing, That Life Is Made Bearable And Possible And Liveable By The Relations Of One Human Being To Another, The Individual Love And Gentleness Between Persons, Or In Any Case, The Unbreakable Bond That Grows And Fastens Lives Together In All Sorts Of Mysterious Ways.

Art Is A Vocation, As Much As Anything In This World. For The Real Artist, It Is The Most Natural Thing In The World, Not As Necessary As Air And Water, Perhaps, But As Food And Water. But We Really Do Lead Almost A Monastic Life, You Know; To Follow It You Very Often Have To Give Up Something.

The Real Sin Against Life Is To Abuse And Destroy Beauty, Even One's Own Even More, One's Own, For That Has Been Put In Our Care And We Are Responsible For Its Well-being.

We Pity People Too Often For The Wrong Reasons.

It Is As Hard To Find A Neutral Critic As It Is A Neutral Country In Time Of War. I Suppose If A Critic Were Neutral, He Wouldn't Trouble To Write Anything.