Madness Is The Acme Of Intelligence.

Art Is A Criticism Of Society And Life, And I Believe That If Life Became Perfect, Art Would Be Meaningless And Cease To Exist.

Visit Me Once Each Year, For It's Wrong To Abandon People Forever.

I Thought They Would Never Select An Eastern Writer For The Nobel. I Was Surprised.

When Will The State Of The Country Be Sound?... When Its People Believe That The End Result Of Cowardice Is More Disastrous Than That Of Behaving With Integrity.

The Real Malady Is Fear Of Life, Not Of Death