It is my fate and perhaps my temperament to sign agreements with fools.

Works of art, in my opinion, are the only objects in the material universe to possess internal order, and that is why, though I don't believe that only art matters, I do believe in Art for Art's sake.

What is the good of your stars and trees, your sunrise and the wind, if they do not enter into our daily lives?

It is the starved imagination, not the well nourished, that is afraid.

One always tends to overpraise a long book, because one has got through it.

Art for art's sake? I should think so, and more so than ever at the present time. It is the one orderly product which our middling race has produced. It is the cry of a thousand sentinels, the echo from a thousand labyrinths, it is the lighthouse which cannot be hidden. It is the best evidence we can have of our dignity.

Outside the arch, always there seemed another arch. And beyond the remotest echo, a silence.