A picture is not a window...an abstract refers to no reality but its own.
Art is science made flesh.
I only fear the death of others. For me, true death is that of the people I love
It was the East that should have sent us missionaries.
The worst tragedy for a poet is to be admired through being misunderstood.
The hot hall full of painted girls and American soldiers is a saloon in some Western film. This noise drenches us, wakens us to do something else. It shows us a lost path.