Either one fails in one's art or in one's life.
He was now in that state of fire that she loved. She wanted to be burnt.
Life, religion and art all converge in Bali. They have no word in their language for 'artist' or 'art.' Everyone is an artist.
Good things happen to those who hustle.
It is difficult to live with the pure. They do not condemn you; they forgive you. This forgiveness is more terrible than a judgment.
We three belong to the Middle Ages. We have this need of heroism, and there is no place for such feelings in modern life. That is our tragedy. Once I wanted to be a saint. It seemed the only absolute act left to do, for what is most powerful in me is the craving for purity, greatness.