I feel that there is nothing more truly artistic than to love people
The more I think about it, the more I realize there is nothing more artistic that to love others.
There is nothing more artistic than loving people.
In the fullness of artistic life there is, and remains, and will always come back at times, that homesick longing for the truly ideal life that can never come true.
Even this artistic life, which we know is not real life, appears to me to be so alive and so vital that it would be a form ingratitude not to be content with it.