Whatever the heart desires, it purchases at the cost of soul
I see artists as a great battalion moving through paint, words, music towards cosmological interpretation.
Truth disappears with the telling of it.
Poverty is a great cutter-off and riches a great shutter-off.
Like all young men I set out to be a genius, but mercifully laughter intervened.
Science is the poetry of the intellect and poetry the science of the heart's affections.