Boast is always a cry of despair, except in the young it is a cry of hope.

I wonder whether art has a higher function than to make me feel, appreciate, and enjoy natural objects for their art value?

German is of stone, limestone, pudding stone, marble, granite even, and so to a considerable degree is English, whereas French is bronze and gives out a metallic resonance with tones that neither German nor English tolerate.

I am only a picture-taster, the way others are wine-or tea-tasters.

The average European does not seem to feel free until he succeeds in enslaving and oppressing others.

I would willingly stand at street corners, hat in hand, begging passerby to drop their unused minutes into it.

Literature in its most comprehensive sense is the autobiography of humanity.