In the din and tumult of the age, the still small voice of Jerusalem remains our only music.

Dead men hear no tales; posthumous fame is an Irish bull.

There are three reasons why men of genius have long hair. One is, that they forget it is growing. The second is, that they like it. The third is, that it comes cheaper; they wear it long for the same reason they wear their hats long.

Selfishness is the only real atheism; aspiration, unselfishness, the only real religion.

The Past: Our cradle, not our prison; there is danger as well as appeal in its glamour. The past is for inspiration, not imitation, for continuation, not repetition.

Artistic truth is for me literally the highest truth: art may seize the essence of persons and movements no less truly, and certainly far more vitally, than a scientific generalization unifies a chaos of phenomena. Time and Space are only the conditions through which spiritual facts struggle. Hence I have here and there permitted myself liberties with these categories.

[T]he German censorship forbade or mutilated my every book, which was like sticking pins into my soul.