The average European does not seem to feel free until he succeeds in enslaving and oppressing others

I wish I could stand on a busy street corner, hat in hand, and beg people to throw me all their wasted hours

The artist, depicting man disdainful of the storm and stress of life, is no less reconciling and healing than the poet who, while endowing Nature and Humanity, rejoices in its measureless superiority to human passions and human sorrows

I am only a picture-taster, the way others are wine-or tea-tasters.

I would willingly stand at street corners, hat in hand, begging passers-by to drop their unused minutes into it.

All we really want is otherness, tossing from side to side, and greeting every toss with shouts of welcome, and of contempt for the previous toss