If you have heard a Jewish cantor sing, if he has touched you and made your own sorrow seem trivial when compared with his, you will know my feeling when I follow the curves of her profile, like mobile rivers, to their common delta.

We do not posses imagination enough to sense what we are missing.

The realization of ignorance is the first act of knowing.

No eyes that have seen beauty ever lose their sight.

Men try to run life according to their wishes; life runs itself according to necessity.

Whats beauty anyway but ugliness if it hurts you?

Once a man has tasted creative action, then thereafter, no matter how safely he schools himself in patience, he is restive, acutely dissatisfied with anything else. He becomes as a lover to whom abstinence is intolerable.