All great art is revolutionary because it touches upon the reality of man and questions the reality of the various transitory forms of human society.

No matter what our achievements might be, we think well of ourselves only in rare moments. We need people to bear witness against our inner judge, who keeps book on our shortcomings and transgressions. We need people to convince us that we are not as bad as we think we are.

The burning conviction that we have a holy duty toward others is often a way of attaching our drowning selves to a passing raft.

The genuine artist is as much a dissatisfied person as the revolutionary, yet how diametrically opposed are the products each distills from his dissatisfaction.

Both the revolutionary and the creative individual are perpetual juveniles. The revolutionary does not grow up because he cannot grow, while the creative individual cannot grow up because he keeps growing.

There can be no freedom without freedom to fail.

The Renaissance was a time of mercenary soldiers, ours is a time of mercenary labor.