Equality is a mortuary word.

There may always be another reality to make fiction of the truth we think we've arrived at.

What is madness To those who only observe, is often wisdom To those to whom it happens.

Between our birth and death we may touch understanding, As a moth brushes a window with its wing

Comedy is an escape, not from truth but from despair; a narrow escape into faith.

It's always our touches of vanity that manage to betray us.

An artist's sensitivity to criticism is, at least in part, an effort to keep unimpaired the zest, or confidence, or arrogance, which he needs to make creation possible; or an instinct to climb through his problems in his own way as he should, and must.