Are you then unable to recognize unless it has the same sound as yours?

It is often so: the harder it is to hear, the more a truth is worth saying.

Everything has been said before, but since nobody listens we have to keep going back and beginning all over again.

If life were organized, there would be no need for art.

Through loyalty to the past, our mind refuses to realize that tomorrow's joy is possible only if today's makes way for it; that each wave owes the beauty of its line only to the withdrawal of the preceding one.

There are very few monsters who warrant the fear we have of them.

The artist who is after success lets himself be influenced by the public. Generally such an artist contributes nothing new, for the public acclaims only what it already knows, what it recognizes.