All my Calvaries were rosy crucifixions, pseudo-tragedies to keep the fires of hell burning brightly for the real sinners who are in danger of being forgotten.

As far as history goes I am dead. If there is something beyond I shall have to bounce back. I have found God, but he is insufficient. I am only spiritually dead. Physically I am alive. Morally I am free. The world which I have departed is a menagerie.

I'm delirious because I'm dying so fast.

Any genuine philosophy leads to action and from action back again to wonder, to the enduring fact of mystery.

By choosing to live above the ordinary level we create extraordinary problems for ourselves.

The only difference between the Adamic man and the man of today is that the one was born to Paradise and the other has to create it.

When I reflect that the task which the artist implicitly sets himself is to overthrow existing values, to make of the chaos about him an order which is his own, to sow strife and ferment so that by the emotional release those who are dead may be restored to life, then it is that I run with joy to the great and imperfect ones, their confusion nourishes me, their stuttering is like divine music to my ears.