When I read Shakespeare I am struck with wonder that such trivial people should muse and thunder in such lovely language.

One doesn't know, till one is a bit at odds with the world, how much one's friends who believe in one rather generously, mean to one.

You can't insure against the future, except by really believing in the best bit of you, and in the power beyond it.

Not I, not I, but the wind that blows through me! A fine wind is blowing the new direction of Time.

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

I hold that the parentheses are by far the most important parts of a non-business letter.

When van Gogh paints sunflowers, he reveals, or achieves, the vivid relation between himself, as man, and the sunflower, as sunflower, at that quick moment of time. His painting does not represent the sunflower itself. We shall never know what the sunflower itself is. And the camera will visualize the sunflower far more perfectly than van Gogh can.