Poetry is a language pared down to its essentials.

The history of an art is the history of masterwork, not of failures, or mediocrity.

Humanity is the rich effluvium, it is the waste and the manure and the soil, and from it grows the tree of the arts.

The real meditation is ... the meditation on one's identity. Ah, voilà une chose!! You try it. You try finding out why you're you and not somebody else. And who in the blazes are you anyhow? Ah, voilà une chose!

No picture is made to endure nor to live with but it is made to sell and sell quickly with usura, sin against nature, is thy bread ever more of stale rags is thy bread dry as paper.

The critic who doesn't make a personal statement, in remeasurements he himself has made, is merely an unreliable critic. He is not a measurer but a repeater of other men's results. KRINO, to pick out for oneself, to choose. That's what the word means.

Genius... is the capacity to see ten things where the ordinary man sees one.