That's it! When you come to know men, that's how they are: too sensitive in the wrong place.

Men fight for liberty and win it with hard knocks. Their children, brought up easy, let it slip away again, poor fools. And their grandchildren are once more slaves.

Design in art, is a recognition of the relation between various things, various elements in the creative flux. You can't invent a design. You recognize it, in the fourth dimension. That is, with your blood and your bones, as well as with your eyes.

An artist is only an ordinary man with a greater potentiality.

It's not art for art's sake, it's art for my sake.

Loud peace propaganda makes war seem imminent.

But then peace, peace! I am so mistrustful of it: so much afraid that it means a sort of weakness and giving in.