Men are free when they belong to a living, organic, believing community, active in fulfilling some unfulfilled, perhaps unrealized purpose.

If it doesn't absorb you, if it isn't any fun, don't do it.

When one jumps over the edge, one is bound to land somewhere.

Night, in which everything was lost, went reaching out, beyond stars and sun. Stars and sun, a few bright grains, went spiraling round for terror, and holding each other in embrace, there in a darkness that outpassed them all, and left them tiny and daunted. So much, and himself, infinitesimal, at the core of nothingness, and yet not nothing.

The picture must all come out of the artist's inside, awareness of forms and figures... It is more than memory. It is the image as it lives in the consciousness, alive like a vision, but unknown.

The journey of love has been rather a lacerating, if well-worth-it, journey.

Eat and carouse with Bacchus, or munch dry bread with Jesus, but don't sit down without one of the gods.