Whatever I believed, I did; I did with my whole heart and mind as far as possible to do so.

Perhaps . . . our lot on the earth is to seek and to search. Now and again we find just enough to enable us to carry on. I now doubt that any of us will completely find and be found in this life.

In a sick world, it is the first duty of the artist to get well.

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.

To understand a new idea, break an old habit.

Thank everyone who calls out your faults, your anger, your impatience, your egotism; do this consciously, voluntarily.

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