Memory itself is an internal rumour.

Reason and happiness are like other flowers; they wither when plucked.

The effort of art is to keep what is interesting in existence, to recreate it in the eternal.

It is veneer, rouge, aestheticism, art museums, new theaters, etc. that make America impotent. The good things are football, kindness, and jazz bands.

To be bewitched is not to be saved, though all the magicians and aesthetes in the world should pronounce it to be so.

The body is an instrument, the mind its function, the witness and reward of its operation.

The Difficult is that which can be done immediately; the Impossible that which takes a little longer.