Our dignity is not in what we do, but what we understand.

The mind of the Renaissance was not a pilgrim mind, but a sedentary city mind, like that of the ancients.

Memory itself is an internal rumour.

The sophisticated concern about art sinks before a spontaneous love of reality, and I thank the photograph for being so transparent a vehicle for things.

Art is the response to the demand for entertainment, for the stimulation of our senses and imagination, and truth enters into it only as it subserves these ends.

What brings enlightenment is experience, in the sad sense of this word--the pressure of hard facts and unintelligible troubles, making a man rub his eyes in his waking dream, and put two and two together. Enlightenment is cold water.

The only kind of reform usually possible is reform from within; a more intimate study and more intelligent use of the traditional forms.