Anaïs Nin

People living deeply have no fear of death.

Poverty is the great reality.  That is why the artist seeks it.

When we blindly adopt a religion, a political system, a literary dogma, we become automatons.  We cease to grow.

Throw your dreams into space like a kite, and you do not know what it will bring back, a new life, a new friend, a new love, a new country.

If what Proust says is true, that happiness is the absence of fever, then I will never know happiness.  For I am possessed by a fever for knowledge, experience, and creation.