The attempt to force human beings to despise themselves is what I call hell.
To command is to serve, nothing more and nothing less.
The only domain where the divine is visible is that of art, whatever name we choose to call it.
I don't argue with my enemies; I explain to their children.
An artist discovers his genius the day he dares not to please.
Genius is not perfected, it is deepened. It does not so much interpret the world as fertilize itself with it.