The American white man (not to speak of the Indian, the Negro, the Mexican) hasn't a ghost of a chance. If he has any talent he's doomed to have it crushed one way or another. The American way is to seduce a man by bribery and make a prostitute of him. Or else to ignore him, starve him into submission and make a hack of him.

The artist is the opposite of the politically minded individual, the opposite of the reformer, the opposite of the idealist. The artist does not tinker with the universe, he recreates it out of his own experience and understanding of life.

An artist is always alone - if he is an artist. No, what the artist needs is loneliness.

The real enemy can always be met and conquered, or won over. Real antagonism is based on love, a love which has not recognized itself.

I used to think a bird couldn't fly if its wings got wet.

To the man whose senses are alive and alert there is not even the need to stir from one's threshold.

I have found God, but he is insufficient.