The mediator of the inexpressible is the work of art.

Where is the man who has the strength to be true, and to show himself as he is?

I never believed in trying to do anything. Whatever I set out to do I found I had already accomplished.

Tolerance should really only be a passing attitude: it should lead to appreciation. To tolerate is to offend.

What reason would grope for in vain, spontaneous impulse ofttimes achieves at a stroke, with light and pleasureful guidance.

What is the path? There is no path. On into the unknown.

Modern poets add a lot of water to their ink.