Man torturing man is a fiend beyond description. You turn a corner in the dark and there he is. You congeal into a bundle of inanimate fear. You become the very soul of anesthesia. But there is no escaping him. It is your turn now.

If we have not found heaven within, it is a certainty we will not find it without.

But you can’t put fight into a man’s guts if he hasn’t any fight in him. There are some of us so cowardly that you can’t ever make heroes of us, not even if you frighten us to death. We know too much, maybe. There are some of us who don’t live in the moment, who live a little ahead, or a little behind.

In the attempt to defeat death man has been inevitably obliged to defeat life, for the two are inextricably related. Life moves on to death, and to deny one is to deny the other.

We are all part of creation, all kings, all poets, all musicians; we have only to open up, only to discover what is already there.

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

The ordinary man is involved in action, the hero acts. An immense difference.