Most real relationships are involuntary.

Art is brief. (Not in a temporal sense.) [...] Words are for concealment. Art is concealment.

Good writing is full of surprises and novelties, moving in a direction you don't expect.

Only lies and evil come from letting people off.

Art and morality are, with certain provisos…one. Their essence is the same. The essence of both of them is love. Love is the perception of individuals. Love is the extremely difficult realization that something other than oneself is real. Love, and so art and morals, is the discovery of reality.

There is nothing like the bootless solitude of those who are caged together.

Being good is just a matter of temperament in the end.