The profoundest of all sensualities is the sense of truth and the next deepest sensual experience is the sense of justice.

She knew that the horse, born to serve nobly, had waited in vain for someone noble to serve. His spirit knew that nobility had gone out of men.

One sheds one's sicknesses in books - repeats and presents again one's emotions, to be master of them.

It is our business to go as we are impelled.

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.

And every true artist is the salvation of every other. But only artists produce for each other the world that is fit to live in.

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