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.

We start with gifts. Merit comes from what we make of them.

People mistake their limitations for high standards.

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.

I am not less poet; I am more conscious of all that I am, am not, and might become.

Whats beauty anyway but ugliness if it hurts you?

Acceptance of prevailing standards often means we have no standards of our own.