Real education must ultimately be limited to men who insist on knowing, the rest is mere sheep-herding.

where the dead walked and the living were made of cardboard.

As a bathtub lined with white porcelain, When the hot water gives out or goes tepid, So is the slow cooling of our chivalrous passion, O my much praised but-not-altogether-satisfactory lady.

As for literature It gives no man a sinecure. And no one knows, at sight, a masterpiece. And give up verse, my boy, There's nothing in it.

If a patron buys from an artist who needs money (needs money to buy tools, time, food), the patron then makes himself equal to the artist; he is building art into the world; he creates.

The difference between a gun and a tree is a difference of tempo. The tree explodes every spring.

All great art is born of the metropolis.