None of the modern machines, none of the modern paraphernalia. . . have any power except over the people who choose to use them.

We do not want joy and anger to neutralize each other and produce a surly contentment; we want a fiercer delight and a fiercer discontent. We have to feel the universe at once as an ogre's castle, to be stormed, and yet as our own cottage, to which we can return to at evening.

A crown of roses is also a crown of thorns.

Realism is simply Romanticism that has lost its reason...that is its reason for existing.

A man cannot have the energy to produce good art without having the energy to wish to pass beyond it.

Life is indeed terribly complicated—to a man who has lost his principles.

How you think when you lose determines how long it will be until you win.