How can I find the words? Poets have taken them all and left me with nothing to say or do" "Except to teach me for the first time what they meant.

In the world it is called Tolerance, but in hell it is called Despair...the sin that believes in nothing, cares for nothing, seeks to know nothing, interferes with nothing, enjoys nothing, hates nothing, finds purpose in nothing, lives for nothing, and remains alive because there is nothing for which it will die.

Unlike music or poetry or painting, food rouses no response in passionate and emotional youth. Only when the surge of the blood is quieted does gastronomy come into its own with philosophy and theology and the sterner delights of the mind.

Anythin' wrong leaves a kind of impression on the eye; brain trots along afterwards with the warnin'.

People who prefer to believe the worst of others will breed war and religious persecutions while the world lasts.

And heresy is, as I have tried to show, largely the expression of opinion of the untutored average man, trying to grapple with the problems of the universe at the point where they begin to interfere with his daily life and thought.

It's very inconvenient being a sculptor. It's like playing the double-bass; one's so handicapped by one's baggage.