Wealth is an inborn attitude of mind, like poverty. The pauper who has made his pile may flaunt his spoils, but cannot wear them plausibly.
The poet never asks for admiration; he wants to be believed.
The reward of art is not fame or success but intoxication: that is why so many bad artists are unable to give it up.
Whatever the public blames you for, cultivate it; it is yourself.
Art is a marriage of the conscious and the unconscious.
The preservation of friendship is seen as opportunism. You are required to be in one camp or the other. You are enjoined to cut your heartstrings if they extend across the barricade.