Art is a marriage of the conscious and the unconscious.
A prig always finds a last refuge in responsibility.
It was the East that should have sent us missionaries.
An artist cannot speak about his art any more than a plant can discuss horticulture.
It is excruciating to be an unbeliever with a spirit that is deeply religious.
Children and lunatics cut the Gordian knot which the poet spends his life patiently trying to untie.