Do not quench your inspiration and your imagination; do not become the slave of your model.

Conscience is a man's compass.

Even the knowledge of my own fallibility cannot keep me from making mistakes. Only when I fall do I get up again.

By working hard, old man, I hope to make something good one day. I haven't yet, but I am pursuing it and fighting for it.

You advise me, too, not to stray far from the ground of experience, as I become weak when I enter the region of fiction; and you say, 'real experience is peren…

'I would take a twirling baton and use it as my 'icaphone' - that's what I called it - and lay a towel on the floor as my stage.'

Fantasy, abandoned by reason, produces impossible monsters; united with it, she is the mother of the arts and the origin of marvels.