When Christ came into the world, peace was sung; and when He went out of the world, peace was bequeathed.
Nothing is to be feared but fear itself. Nothing grievous but to yield to grief.
Great art is deeply ordered. Even if within the order there may be enormously instinctive and accidental things, nevertheless they come out of a desire for ordering and for returning fact onto the nervous system in a more violent way.
An artist must learn to be nourished by his passions and by his despairs.
If we do not maintain justice, justice will not maintain us.
By indignities men come to dignities.