For us artists there waits the joyous compromise through art with all that wounded or defeated us in daily life; in this way, not to evade destiny, as the ordinary people try to do, but to fulfil it in its true potential - the imagination.

Truth is a matter of direct apprehension-you can't climb a ladder of mental concepts to it.

Art—the meaning of the pattern of our common actions in reality. The cloth-of-gold that hides behind the sackcloth of reality, forced out by the pain of human memory.

The realisation of one's own death is the point at which one becomes adult.

Sorrow is implicit in love as gravitation is implicit in mass.

Everything really desirable has come about because of, or in spite of, wine!

It’s only with great vulgarity that you can achieve real refinement, only out of bawdry that you can get tenderness.