Artists are the antennae of the race.

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!

'Tis the white stag, Fame, we're a-hunting, bid the world's hounds come to horn!

The serious artist must be as open as nature. Nature does not give all of herself in a paragraph. She is rugged and not set apart into discreet categories.

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

No man understands a deep book until he has seen and lived at least part of its contents.

A civilized man is one who will give a serious answer to a serious question. Civilization itself is a certain sane balance of values.