Alas, human vices, however horrible one might imagine them to be, contain the proof (were it only in their infinite expansion) of man's longing for the infinite; but it is a longing that often takes the wrong route. It is my belief that the reason behind all culpable excesses lies in this depravation of the sense of the infinite.

Poetry has no goal other than itself; it can have no other, and no poem will be so great, so noble, so truly worthy of the name of poem, than one written uniquely for the pleasure of writing a poem.

If the poet has pursued a moral objective, he has diminished his poetic force.

Cats, so strong and gentle, the pride of the household.

Artist should look at the reality and brutality of modern life in all its color, nature with all its imperfections - that should be the challenge to the modern painter not the didactic idealization of the past. The new generation should forge a new path.

Being a useful man has always seemed to me to be something truly hideous.

I should like the fields tinged with red, the rivers yellow and the trees painted blue. Nature has no imagination.