The monotony of a quiet life stimulates the creative mind.

There is always a state of anxiety, of searching and delving for style.

For an artist to do creative work, he needs at once physical health and some physiomental ill health. He needs both serenity and gloom.

Human salvation lies in the hands of the creatively maladjusted.

Each time we try to express ourselves we have to break with ourselves.

A person either creates or destroys. There is no neutrality.

Every creator painfully experiences the chasm between his inner vision and its ultimate expression.

Creativity can be described as letting go of certainties.

Creativity is so delicate a flower that praise tends to make it bloom, while discouragement often nips it in the bud. Any of us will put out more and better ideas if our efforts are appreciated.

Creation, even when it is a mere outpouring from the heart, wishes to find a public. By definition, creation is sociable. Yet it can be satisfied with merely one single reader: an old friend, a lover.