There is at the back of every artist’s mind something like a pattern and a type of architecture. The original quality in any man of imagination is imagery. It is a thing like the landscape of his dreams; the sort of world he would like to make or in which he would like to wander, the strange flora and fauna, his own secret planet, the sort of thing he likes to think about. This general atmosphere, and pattern or a structure of growth, governs all his creations, however varied.

The Reformer is always right about what's wrong. However, he's often wrong about what is right.

Circumstances break men's bones; it has never been shown that they break men's optimism.

One may understand the cosmos, but never the ego; the self is more distant than any star.

A mystic is a man who separates heaven and earth even if he enjoys them both.

The men of the clique live together because they have the same kind of soul, and their narrowness is a narrowness of spiritual coherence and contentment, like that which exists in hell . . .

The beautification of the world is not a work of nature, but a work of art, then it involves an artist.