When we look back, the only things we cherish are those which in some way met our original want; the desire which formed in us in early youth, undirected, and of its own accord.

The world is little, people are little, human life is little. There is only one big thing — desire.

Desire is creation, is the magical element in that process. If there were an instrument by which to measure desire, one could foretell achievement.

I have no desire to look back, I only want to look forward to the things that are still ahead of me.

What was any art but a mould in which to imprison for a moment the shining elusive element which is life itself - life hurrying past us and running away, too strong to stop, too sweet to lose.

If youth did not matter so much to itself it would never have the heart to go on