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The most regretful people on earth are those who felt the call to creative work, who felt their own creative power restive and uprising, and gave to it neither power nor time.

People need loving the most when they deserve it the least

We are the most impassioned ugly people.

Every artist is an unhappy lover. And unhappy lovers want to tell their story.

If they had had a different neighbour, one less self-absorbed and more concerned for others, a man of normal, charitable instincts, their desperate state would not have gone unnoticed, their distress-signals would have been heard, and perhaps they would have been rescued by now. Certainly they appeared utterly depraved, corrupt, vile and odious; but it is rare for those who have sunk so low not to be degraded in the process, and there comes a point, moreover, where the unfortunate and the infamous are grouped together, merged in a single fateful word. They are les miserables - the outcasts, the underdogs. And who is to blame? Is it not the most fallen who have most need of charity?

Great artists suffer for the people.

Often it is the most deserving people who cannot help loving those who destroy them.

I am one of those unhappy persons who inspire bores to the greatest flights of art.

Those who are the hardest to love are the ones who need it most.

The most unhappy people in the world are those who face the days without knowing what to do with their time.

People who shout joy from the rooftops are often the saddest of all.

True art was based upon despair, and the important thing was to make yourself and those around you as miserable as possible.

Not the wretchedest man or woman but has a deep secretive mythology with which to wrestle with the material world and to overcome it and pass beyond it. Not the wretchedest human being but has his share in the creative energy that builds the world. We are all creators. We all create a mythological world of our own out of certain shapeless materials.