Madness is tonic and invigorating. It makes the sane more sane. The only ones who are unable to profit by it are the insane.

An artist earns the right to call himself a creator only when he admits to himself that he is but an instrument.

Prayers are offered up daily - without charge... Refreshments are served when demanded.

Men are not suffering from the lack of good literature, good art, good theatre, good music, but from that which has made it impossible for these to become manifest. In short, they are suffering from the silent shameful conspiracy (the more shameful since it is unacknowledged) which has bound them together as enemies of art and artists.

When you know what men are capable of you marvel neither at their sublimity nor their baseness. There are no limits in either direction apparently.

Why change the world? Change worlds!

Let me be, was all I wanted. Be what I am, no matter how I am.