Every great masterpiece is a purification of the world.
War puts its questions stupidly, peace mysteriously.
The only domain where the divine is visible is that of art, whatever name we choose to call it.
Communism destroys democracy. Democracy can also destroy Communism.
The thrill of creation which we experience which we experience when we see a masterpiece is not unlike the feeling of the artist who created it; such a work is a fragment of the world which he has annexed and which belongs to him alone.
A break in the established order is never the work of chance. It is the outcome of a man's resolve to turn life to account.