The curse of me and my nation is that we always think things can be bettered by immediate action of some sort, any sort rather than no sort.

Until you know who has lent what to whom, you know nothing whatever of politics, you know nothing whatever of history, you know nothing of international wrangles.

Utter originality is, of course, out of the question.

It would be about as easy for an American to become a Chinaman or a Hindoo as for him to acquire an Englishness or a Frenchness or a European-ness that is more than half skin deep.

It is the business of the artist to make humanity aware of itself.

Use no superfluous word, no adjective, which does not reveal something.

The modern artist must live by craft and violence. His gods are violent gods. Those artists, so called, whose work does not show this strife, are uninteresting.