When man wanted to make a machine that would walk he created the wheel, which does not resemble a leg.
To insist on purity is to baptize instinct, to humanize art, and to deify personality.
I hate artists who are not of their time.
Without poets, without artists, men would soon weary of nature's monotony.
Joy always came after pain.
It's raining my soul, it's raining, but it's raining dead eyes.