Everything great in the world comes from neurotics. They alone have founded our religions and composed our masterpieces.

It is in moments of illness that we are compelled to recognize that we live not alone but chained to a creature of a different kingdom, whole worlds apart, who has no knowledge of us and by whom it is impossible to make ourselves understood: our body.

Only through art can we emerge from ourselves and know what another person sees.

A change in the weather is sufficient to recreate the world and ourselves.

Words do not change their meanings so drastically in the course of centuries as, in our minds, names do in the course of a year or two.