The combative instinct is a savage prompting by which one man's good is found in another's evil.

An artist may visit a museum but only a pedant can live there.

Music is essentially useless, as life is; but both have an ideal extension which lends utility to its conditions.

Language is like money, without which specific relative values may well exist and be felt, but cannot be reduced to a common denominator.

I have imagination, and nothing that is real is alien to me.

Most men's conscience, habits, and opinions are borrowed from convention and gather continually comforting assurances from the same social consensus that originally suggested them.

Chaos is perhaps at the bottom of everything.