The extreme limit of wisdom, that's what the public calls madness.

My method is simple: not to bother about poetry. It must come of its own accord. Merely whispering its name drives it away.

Whatever the public blames you for, cultivate it; it is yourself.

The composer opens the cage door for arithmetic, the draftsman gives geometry its freedom.

Appreciation of art is a moral erection, otherwise mere dilettantism.

The actual tragedies of life bear no relation to one's preconceived ideas. In the event, one is always bewildered by their simplicity, their grandeur of design, and by that element of the bizarre which seems inherent in them.

I want the kind of readers who remain children at any cost. I can tell them at a glance: loyalty to that first enchantment guards better than any cosmetic; than any diet, against the insults of age. But alas for such readers, who would huddle safe and sound in the asylum of their credulous enchantment as if in the womb-our enervating century offends them by its chaos, its fidgets of light and space, the host of its excuses for dividing , for rending oneself from others and from oneself.