If life were organized, there would be no need for art.
The nationalist has a broad hatred and a narrow love.
True eloquence forgoes eloquence.
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.
I advise the young to tell themselves constantly that most often it is up to them alone.
When you have nothing to say, or to hide, there is no need to be prudent.