There are people who make no mistakes because they never wish to do anything worth doing.

It is with art as with love: How can a man of the world,with all his distractions, keep the inwardness which an artist must possess if he hopes to attain perfection? That inwardness which the spectator must share if he is to understand the work as the artist wishes and hopes... Believe me, talents are like virtues; either you must love them for their own sake or renounce them altogether. And they are only recognized and rewarded when we have practised them in secret, like a dangerous mystery."

I curse all negative purism that tells me not to use a word from another language that either expresses something that my own language cannot or does that in a more delicate manner.

A man doesn't learn to understand anything unless he loves it.

To be pleased with one's limits is a wretched state.

Everything has been thought of before, but the problem is to think of it again.

Every man bears something within him that, if it were publicly announced, would excite feelings of aversion.