What is an artist? He's a man who has antennae, who knows how to hook up to the currents which are in atmosphere, in the cosmos.

We don't trust our five senses; we rely on our critics and educators, all of whom are failures in the realm of creation.

Think only what is right there, what is right under your nose to do. It's such a simple thing - that's why people can't do it.

The essential thing is to WANT to sing. This then is a song. I am singing.

Man, as man, has never realized himself. The greater part of him, his potential being, has always been submerged. What is history if not the endless story of his repeated failures?

There are lone figures armed only with ideas, sometimes with just one idea, who blast away whole epochs in which we are enwrapped like mummies. Some are powerful enough to resurrect the dead. Some steal on us unawares and put a spell over us which it takes centuries to throw off. Some put a curse on us, for our st idity and inertia, and then it seems as if God himself were unable to lift it.

The Teutons have been singing the swan song ever since they entered the ranks of history. They have always confounded truth with death.