...it's only on a black day that you begin to have friends.

The one good thing about repeating your mistakes is that you know when to cringe

We are so attached to the earth, and yet we are incapable of holding onto it.

A work of art contains its verification in itself: artificial, strained concepts do not withstand the test of being turned into images; they fall to pieces, turn out to be sickly and pale, convince no one. Works which draw on truth and present it to us in live and concentrated form grip us, compellingly involve us, and no one ever, not even ages hence, will come forth to refute them.

Violence can only be concealed by a lie, and the lie can only be maintained by violence.

Whenever the tissue of life is woven of legalistic relationships, this creates an atmosphere of spiritual mediocrity that paralyzes a person's noblest impulses.

The demands of internal growth are incomparably more important to us...than the need for any external expansion of our power.