Art is the final cunning of the human soul which would rather do anything than face the gods.

It is difficult in life to be good, and difficult in art to portray goodness. Perhaps we don't know much about goodness.

For most of us, for almost all of us, truth can be attained, if at all, only in silence. It is in silence that the human spirit touches the divine.

How rarely can happiness be really innocent and not triumphant, not an insult to the deprived.

A middling talent makes for a more serene life.

Between saying and doing, many a pair of shoes is worn out.

The bicycle is the most civilized conveyance known to man. Other forms of transport grow daily more nightmarish. Only the bicycle remains pure in heart.